Ares

The intruders were inside. Not just probing anymore—they were moving with intent, calculated and precise. Evelyn’s shadow appeared first, slipping past the east wing security cameras like a ghost. Her movements were deliberate, almost taunting, as if she wanted me to know she was there.

Camilla Hawthorne followed shortly after, calm, poised, and cruel. I could almost feel her smirk through the feeds. She had that same venomous patience I remembered—waiting for the perfect ...