The cell was still bugged. Watched.
So Sienna and Nico played their parts.
She cursed him. He restrained her. Every camera caught the fury, the betrayal, the fire.
They were perfect.
"Get your hands off me!" she hissed, slamming her fists against his chest.
He grabbed her wrists, pressed her against the wall—and kissed her.
Hard. Rough. Like enemies tangled in hate.
Behind the mirror, Lucien watched and smiled.
"She's finally choosing the fire," he said to his aide.
But what he didn't see—
Was Sienna slipping the chip Nico gave her into the security panel behind his back.
Two seconds of signal. Just enough.
Outside, a drone received the pulse.
Colson had it now.
In the cell, Sienna broke the kiss, her voice trembling just enough to sell the lie.
"If you ever touch me again—"
"I'll make you beg for it," Nico growled back.
The door slammed shut behind him.
Alone again, Sienna dropped to her knees. Not out of despair—
Strategy.
She whispered to herself, "Three days. That's all I need."
Because the chip had done more than ping Colson.
It opened every file Lucien ever locked.
And among the data—
A name.
Not of an enemy. But of a child.
One Lucien had hidden. One with Sienna's blood.
She wasn't his only heir.
Lucien had made a backup plan.
A younger version of her.
And she was alive.