Hera sighed. “It’s the only way. The De Santis and Russos know Alicia Costa. If you go after them with this face, they’ll find you before you can even make your move.”
My stomach twisted. Changing my face meant erasing every trace of Alicia Costa. There would be no turning back.
Hector watched me, his expression unreadable. “It’s your choice. But if you truly want to destroy them, this is the only way.”
I clenched my fists, my heart hammering in my chest. This was the price of revenge. The final nail in Alicia Costa’s coffin.
I exhaled sharply and nodded. “Do it.”
Hera squeezed my hand. “We’ll go to Bay City. I have a private clinic there. No one will know.”
The next day, Hera and I left. The journey felt surreal, as if I were being transported into someone else’s life. In a way, I was.
The surgery was brutal. Darkness consumed me, and when I woke, a searing pain engulfed my face. My entire body felt heavy, as if I had been buried alive.
Blinking through the haze, I turned my head slightly and froze. Hector was sitting beside me.
“You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice rougher than usual.
I swallowed, my throat dry. “Why are you here?”