Moments before the aircraft exploded, Nathalie simply sat in her seat after one of her men closed the door. There were only a few of them on board: her and the two pilots.
Turning her head, she caught sight of the mansion through the window. Some parts of it were on fire, smoke ascending from all directions, and even from this distance, the scent of sulfur filled her nostrils. Her throat tightened as she stared at it, tears of anger stinging her eyes.
The thought of Butler Gilbert and everything she had worked hard for falling apart made her head spin. She gripped her hands on her lap tightly, her jaw clenched. Her chest heaved heavily as she looked away from the scene.
'I am going to come back,' she promised. 'And end all of you.'
The Bennets, the Piersons, Jonathan, the Shadow Order—every single one of them. And she would not stop until she annihilated them all.
That was a promise.
This? This wasn't a loss.
For her, it was just the beginning… or not.
