Chapter 73 Thronefire

• The summit was being held in Naples.
• Not in a boardroom, not in a secure fortress, but in a seaside villa that overlooked cliffs steeped in centuries of blood. Amara had been there once before—years ago, when she was still his. She remembered how small she’d felt, how far away power had seemed. Now, the heels that clicked across the polished marble floors made every man look twice.
• Lucien walked behind her, his hand resting at the small of her back, possessive but calm. Their forged invitation got them in easily, but the tension was immediate. The room was filled with vipers in silk and suits, and the scent of old power clung to the walls.