She pulled the trigger.
But the chamber clicked empty.
Lucien's smile returned—slow, cold, knowing.
"You really thought I didn't see this coming?"
The guards didn't burst in.
They were already in the room. Behind mirrors. Beneath the floor. Watching everything.
Sedatives hit her veins before she could even curse.
Darkness swallowed her.
When she woke—she wasn't in Montenegro anymore.
She was underground.
A cell. Stark. Cold. No windows.
A voice crackled through the speaker above.
"I gave you every chance," Lucien said. "And still, you choose to be a thorn instead of a queen."
Sienna staggered up, breathing ragged.
"You want to break me," she said. "But you built me."
"Exactly," he said. "And now, I'm going to rebuild you. Piece by piece."
A door slid open.
Inside walked Nico.
Alive.
Unshackled.
Expression unreadable.
"What the hell is this?" she hissed.
Nico knelt beside her.
"I made a deal," he said. "For your life."
She slapped him. Hard. Her fury was pure, volcanic.
"I don't need your mercy."
He looked into her eyes. "It's not mercy. It's infiltration."
He slipped a tiny device into her palm.
Microscopic. Glowing faint blue.
"I'm not your enemy," he whispered. "I'm your weapon."
Behind them, the camera clicked.
Lucien watched from his bunker.
And smiled.
He was moving the pieces.
But he had no idea—
Sienna was the queen who kills kings.