Chapter 59 The Hidden Trigger

• Scarlett’s breath caught as the pistol’s cold barrel pressed against her back. The stone floor was slick with moss and candle wax, but her legs felt rooted, unmoving. Behind her, the whispers of the ruins erased every confidence she’d clung to just moments ago.
• “Don’t move,” a voice rasped in her ear. Savannah’s sharp accent, but deeper, tortured. She fought the urge to panic. Instead, she inhaled slowly, letting each breath steady her.
• Scarlett’s hand brushed against the ring box in her coat pocket. The Seraphim ring—proof that Damien’s enemies were closer than ever. Proof that alliances could shift in a heartbeat.