LOCATION: NEW EDEN – FUNERAL OF A TRAITOR

TIME: 11:47 a.m.

The church smelled like lilies and gunpowder.

Lucien sat in the front row, black suit, black tie, black mood.

Solene was beside him, legs crossed, wearing a dress that could’ve been mourning or a threat depending on the angle.

The coffin in front of them wasn’t for Violet. That body had vanished before anyone could bury it.

This was for Angelo’s second-in-command.

The man Alpha had gutted and left swinging from the pier ...