The city burned. Smoke curled from alleyways, sirens wailed across the streets, and the faint taste of ash lingered on Aria's tongue. The fight in the penthouse was over, but the war had just begun.
Her fingers grabbed the gun so hard it looked like the bones were gonna pop out, knuckles all pale and ugly, heart beating like crazy in her chest so loud she could almost hear it in her ears, She moved beside Lorenzo, who was just as alert, eyes scanning, muscles tense, every step calculated.
"You ready for this?" he asked, low and dangerous, a hint of a smirk on his lips.
Aria pressed her lips into a line. "I was born ready."
He grinned. "Good. Streets don't forgive hesitation."
The city sprawled before them like a wounded beast. Black SUVs prowled, headlights cutting swaths through smoke and debris. Men in suits and masks, Sebastian's mercenaries, moved with precision, hunting.
