The next eighteen hours blurred together in a symphony of coordinated chaos. Our penthouse transformed from a luxury residence into a military command center, with secure communication equipment, encrypted data streams, and enough firepower to overthrow a small country. Eleanor worked her international connections with the ruthless efficiency of a diplomatic assassin, while Marcus coordinated with security agencies whose existence most people would never suspect.
I hadn't slept. Couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Damian's hand on Eddie's mobile and heard his voice threatening my family with the casual tone of someone ordering breakfast. So I stayed awake, fueled by coffee and maternal rage, building the weapon that would destroy Phoenix Legacy once and for all.
“Blair.” E
