Isabelle’s POV
War was no longer a distant threat.
It was here.
And I was walking straight into it.
I had spent years rebuilding myself. I had spent years surviving, learning, waiting.
Now, I had one goal.
To end this.
To end them.
I sat in my office, the city lights glowing behind me, the weight of my past and my present pressing down on my shoulders. My fingers tapped rhythmically against the wooden desk, my mind calculating every possible outcome.
Kaia wasn’t going to stop. Walter wasn’t going to stop.
And Damion?
I didn’t know where he stood anymore.
But I didn’t have time to care.
Not when I was this close to getting my revenge.
My phone buzzed.
I reached for it, my stomach tightening when I saw the name flashing across the screen.
Unknown Number.
I hesitated. It shou
