Chapter - 333
The wind on the drone skid was a knife made of ice, slicing through the thin fabric of Nadia's business suit, but she didn't feel it. She felt only the burning, golden warmth of victory.
Below her, the Warner Chateau was a dying star, collapsing in on itself in a series of fiery coughs and structural groans. The mountain was reclaiming it, burying the arrogance of Silas Warner under tons of rock and snow. And somewhere on a ledge, trapped behind a magnetic blast door she had personally sealed, were Rick and Sharon.
Nadia didn't look back. She stared ahead into the swirling blizzard, her eyes fixed on the red beacon light of the extraction drone carrying her toward a new life.
"Sorry, Rick," she thought, the words forming a cold, rational mantra in her head. "You were fun. You were exciting. You were the best lover I've had in a decade. But you were an anchor."
