Ethan's device would've received it inside the mansion—if it weren't turned off.
A silent ping.
No message. No sound.
Just a flicker.
A whisper.
"I was here."
Nyx stood.
No drama. No sighs.
Just a clean movement.
She turned her back to the mansion and walked down the garden path again, letting the shadows wrap around her legs like smoke.
She didn't vanish.
Not yet.
She walked all the way to the outer gate.
At the threshold, she paused.
Looked back once.
Her expression stayed unreadable.
But her eyes?
Still glowing.
Still sharp.
Still watching.
This wasn't over.
Lilith had made her move.
And Nyx would remember.
Not for revenge.
But to return the gesture.
Because when it came to Ethan?
They weren't rivals.
They were pieces on the same board.
And next time?
Nyx wouldn't miss her turn.
Then—like a whisper caught in the breeze—
She vanished.
Meanwhile, far away from the mansion, in the deep military command zone…
