C6 Ashes and Aftermath

The storm had passed, but the damage lingered.

The sniper had vanished before Alessandro’s men swept the grounds. No trace. No calling card. Just two perfect bullet holes in the glass—one for warning, one for intent.

Emilia sat on the edge of Alessandro’s bed, a towel draped around her shoulders, hair damp from rain and sweat. Her hands still trembled, though she’d never admit it