–Livana–
I invited them—the leaders across the world who once planned to terminate me. But even if they wanted me dead, the device they were hunting would remain… feeding them small rewards while slowly leading them to their own destruction.
"My love," Damon looked down at me as I prepared. "I won't let you go there alone."
"Of course," I smiled up at him.
He bent and kissed the space between my brows. I placed my toric contact lenses on—not masking my distinct eyes. But to see clearer vision.
They arrived one by one. I monitored each of their private planes carefully. We were not on any nation's soil, but on a private island. Just downstairs, a grand ballroom had been prepared—tables and chairs arranged with precision by my staff, the Pawns.
I put on the protective suit next, with my husband assisting me. Then came the gown—a turtleneck dress with long sleeves. Damon stood behind me, braiding my hair as he helped me fix it.
