Third person's POV
Liora finally had silence. The villa was vast yet warm, its clean lines and untouched spaces slowly filling with her peace. For the first time in years, she had a place that wasn’t borrowed, guarded, or shared. She didn’t bother turning on every light, just the lamps she needed as she sat at the broad desk in the study.
Stacks of reports from Quinn Pack headquarters followed her here, her pen scratching across page after page while the city outside sank into midnight. Her phone buzzed every few minutes, they were notifications, news links, messages from allies and acquaintances, but she ignored them all. The world could spin on its axis without her hand for one night.
Selene’s name still trended, her crocodile tears dissected frame by frame. But the headlines
