Ares

Sparrow’s eyes flickered with desperation as the walls of Sterling Tower closed around her. Every escape route cut off, every digital channel blocked. Even her calculated calm began to crack. This was the moment I had been preparing for, the culmination of everything—the threat, the vendetta, the fear she had instilled in us.

“This ends now,” I said, advancing, gun steady, heart hammering.

She tilted her head, as though mocking me. “You think you can end this with ...