The private jet touched down on an abandoned airstrip deep in the Romanian mountains. The moment the wheels hit the cracked pavement, Ariella felt the shift—the change in atmosphere, in purpose.
This wasn't just a mission.
This was the beginning of the end.
The Order of the Black Veil had spent years manipulating, orchestrating, and hunting.
Now, they were the hunted.
And Ariella?
She was going to tear them apart.
A Dangerous Descent
The safehouse was buried in the mountains, hidden beneath centuries-old ruins. The only way in was through a labyrinth of underground tunnels.
Carter unfolded a map of the tunnels, his finger tracing the different paths. "Our intel says their leader—whoever's in charge now—is somewhere inside this compound."
Leo adjusted the strap of his rifle. "And the rest?"
Carter smirked. "Guards, mercenaries, fanatics. The usual."
Vincent sighed. "God, I love my job."
Ariella didn't smile. She kept her gaze locked on the map, memorizing every detail.
