The Hypocrite

Vittoria

I moved through the estate like I always did, heels clicking softly against marble, posture straight, expression composed, but there was still a faint awareness in the back of my mind. A memory of pain. Of blood. Of how quickly things could go wrong.

It didn’t slow me down.

It never had.

“Meeting at noon,” Zev reminded me as he walked beside me, tablet in hand, already going through the d