Saint vs Shadow

A thunderstorm drowned Rome in shadows.

And inside the Moretti estate, two women stood across from each other…

Both were Grace.

But only one had Luciano's heartbeat wired into her veins.

Only one had bled, betrayed, and survived the fire.

And she'd just walked back into the lion's den.

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Luciano watched them.

His real Grace, rain-soaked, eyes sharp like glass daggers.

The imposter, calm, confident—trained.

Simon had run the DNA hours earlier.

There was no doubt.

The woman he'd been sleeping beside… wasn't her.

> "Kill her," the fake Grace said smoothly.

"She's part of the Circle. She's trying to take my life."

The real Grace didn't flinch.

> "Luciano, ask her the first thing I ever said to you."

Luciano's voice cut the air:

> "You're dangerous, Saint.

But I've danced with demons that made you look like prayer."

Fake Grace hesitated.

Too long.

Bang.

She dropped to her knees.

Shot in the shoulder. By Grace.

> "I never said that to him. He said it to me," Grace whispered.

> "And I loved him for it."

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But the woman didn't cry.

Didn't beg.

Instead, she smiled, blood trailing down her arm.

> "You think this ends with me?

You think the Circle didn't plan for this exact moment?"

Then she twisted something in her hand.

A detonator.

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The floor shook.

Explosions erupted from the west wing of the estate.

Chaos. Fire. Smoke.

Luciano grabbed Grace and ran, shielding her as the ceiling cracked above them.

In the distance, the imposter's body was swallowed by flames.

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Outside, sirens wailed.

Luciano turned to Grace.

Touched her cheek. "You came back to me."

She nodded, eyes glistening.

> "And I came back dangerous."

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Final Scene

Inside a hidden bunker beneath the Vatican, a council gathered.

All wore red rings.

One of them circled Grace's photo on a screen.

> "We underestimated her."

Another leaned in.

> "She's not her mother's daughter anymore."

Silence.

Then:

> "She's worse."

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