Chapter 65 The Ashford Reckoning

• The dawn in Santorini was deceptively serene. Golden light washed across the villa, spilling over whitewashed walls and illuminating the Aegean like molten glass. To the tourists waking in their cliffside rentals, it was paradise. But inside Damien’s fortress, paradise was a lie.
• War was brewing.
• Ivy awoke not to sunlight but to the sound of footsteps outside her room. Guards moving in tight formation. The heavy scrape of crates being dragged down the hall. The scent of gun oil clung to the air.