They left her on the outskirts of the city.
Nico drove in silence. Blood stained his shirt, his knuckles white around the wheel.
Matilda sat beside him, staring out at the city lights.
Everything she had fought for was gone.
Martina and Elias had won.
Matilda Fontana was dead.
At least, that’s what they thought.
Because as the skyline blurred in the distance, Matilda exhaled.
They had made one crucial mistake.
They had let her live.
And now?
She was going to burn them to the ground.
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The city stretched out before Matilda, its neon lights flickering like embers in the dark. From the passenger seat, she watched the skyline blur as Nico drove in silence. His knuckles were white against the steering wheel, his shirt still stained with Sable’s blood.
They had lost.
Or at least, ……
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