Chapter 14

The coordinates led me to a gated estate buried in the snow-heavy Alps. No signs. No guards. Just silence thick enough to choke on. I broke in through the east wing, dressed in black, breathing like I had a target on my back—because I did. Veronica was waiting. Not with weapons. With words. She stood in front of the fireplace, hair pinned like always, heels clicking against marble like war drums. Luca was behind her. Tied to a chair. Blood dried at his temple. Barely conscious. But...