As dusk blanketed the eternal city of Rome, the air turned heavy with the scent of cypress and aged stone. Shadows stretched long across the marble-paved roads, and the once-bustling streets quieted to a murmuring hush. In this silence, Servilia arrived before a grand domus—a second residence she owned, though few knew of it. Its towering walls and imposing gate exuded both nobility and secrecy. But what was once merely another asset of her estate had now become a private prison… one holding Ameriah and Auria.
From a distance, Nathan observed silently from the cover of a crumbling garden wall across the street. His silver hair glimmered faintly in the dying light, and his crimson eyes narrowed with focus. Every detail mattered now.
But something unexpected occurred.
Just as Servilia stepped toward the gate, her path was blocked.
