Chapter 40 Broken Crowns and Burning Thrones

The night air in Sicily was unusually warm, heavy with the scent of orange blossoms and gunpowder. The entire estate stood in eerie silence-unlike the calm before a storm, it was the stillness after an explosion. The aftermath. Smoke curled from the remains of the east wing of the villa, and the charred bodies of La Sombra agents were scattered acr