Not yet.
Daniella allowed herself one deep, steadying breath, her hand drifting instinctively to rest over her stomach. The child inside her was still safe. Still hers to protect.
She had carved out a small, fragile space in this brutal world.
But she knew, with cold clarity, that Santiago was watching.
And in his domain, power was never truly given.
It was only ever lent, at a price.
Daniella didn't move right away.
The room had fallen quiet, but it wasn't peace. It was something heavier, control, raw and newly claimed, settling over her like a coat she had stolen rather than earned. Gabriel's fading protests and Marcus's desperate, weakening voice echoed briefly in the corridor before the heavy door clicked shut, cutting them off completely.
Silence pressed in.
