POV: Lady Macbeth

Thirty years.

I'd spent three decades building this empire. Cultivating relationships. Eliminating threats. Positioning myself to become something beyond mortal limitations.

And it had all crumbled in three weeks.

The magical suppressors burned against my wrists. Silver and ancient runes designed to contain exactly what I'd become. My stolen power flickered weakly. Barely a spark of what I'd accumulated.

"Transport is ready," the guard announced. "Maximum security ...