Dayna Vendetta Siri -

Moments later, Dayna was led into the back office. Siri sat behind a desk carved from dark oak, her silhouette framed by the glowing city skyline. She didn't look surprised.

"Siri doesn’t see guests without an appointment," the bartender muttered, eyes fixed on a glass he was polishing. dayna vendetta siri

Dayna didn’t blink. She reached into her trench coat and pulled out a single, tarnished silver coin—a relic from the job that had nearly cost her everything. She slid it across the bar. "Tell her Dayna is here. Tell her the vendetta just reached its expiration date." Moments later, Dayna was led into the back office