Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 353

Natalie’s POV

The internal processing terminal of Level B4 looked nothing like the reception area of a luxury commercial cruise liner.

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It was a cold, heavily reinforced junction carved from double–plated steel, the walls sweating thick beads, of gray condensation under the crushing pressure of the Atlantic Ocean pressing against the opposite side

of the hull.

The air down here carried the bitter combination of wet rust, and the sharp metallic sting of active military–grade suppression grids.

Every few meters along the ceiling conduits, silver–laced frequency emitters pulsed with a continuous electronic hum, sending a low vibration through my body that felt like needles scraping across my

nervous system.

“Keep her frame centered on the baseline.. Don’t let her touch the iron casing.”

The command came from behind me, rough and distorted through a tactical respirator.

The lead syndicate tracker shoved his gloved hand against the back of my reinforced chair, forcing the heavy rubber wheels to drag across the greasy metal floor.

The movement sent a violent rattle through my frame as they pushed me beyond the primary registration desk and deeper into the belly of the flagship.

I didn’t respond.

There was no reason to waste my energy fighting against the silver suppression cuff locked around my wrist.

The band flashed with white bursts of energy, attempting to force Nyx into silence, but I allowed the pain to travel through my system without reaction.

With every movement of the chair, my tracking cells recorded the structure of the ship.

Six armed enforcers controlled the corridor.

Two manual hydraulic deadbolt stations guarded the bulkhead intersections.

Every twelve meters, a reinforced watertight partition separated the lower decks.

They thought they were transporting a prisoner.

They were giving me the entire blueprint of their vault.

“Registry token verified. Captain.”

The desk clerk’s voice echoed from the registration terminal as his fingers moved rapidly across the heavy

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The green glow from the screen reflected across his scarred face while he ignored me completely, focusing only on the information scrolling past.

“The Frost lineage signature is active. Northern escrow accounts have confirmed the initial transfer block on the public exchange. The asset is cleared for deep–deck storage.”

“Move her directly to Cell Twelve.”

The order came from the shadows above the corridor.

My golden eyes shifted toward the voice.

The flagship’s primary logistics officer stood at the bottom of the metal stairs, one hand resting against a silver–plated kinetic weapon.

He carried the same chaotic signature as every man involved in the international trafficking network, a person who cared about nothing except numbers, contracts, and profit.

“Vance’s transport is still three leagues behind us,” he said, his eyes narrowing as they studied my calm expression.

“His transponder failed before the vessel cleared the breakwater. The shadow Godfather is following our trail, and his unbranded fleet is moving somewhere behind us.”

His jaw tightened.

“We do not keep this processing bay open longer than necessary. Seal the lower hatches.”

The tracker behind me gave a quiet laugh.

“The Blackridge fleet cannot launch a raid out here, Officer. The suppression grids are operating at maximum capacity. His internal wolf won’t be able to register a single tracking signal through this hull.”

A small smile almost touched my lips.

They still didn’t understand.

They thought steel walls and international waters would protect them.

They didn’t understand that Baron didn’t need legal boundaries to find me.

He had already found the rhythm.

He was five hundred meters behind them, waiting.

The heavy door of Cell Twelve opened with a sharp mechanical hiss, revealing a dark room made of Concrete and iron.

A single cot was attached to the wall, and one dim security light hung from the ceiling.

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The guards released the chair with a violent mechanical movement, dropping me into the center of the

cell.

“Enjoy your isolation, Lady Frost,” the lead tracker said. “By the time we reach the northern supply huts. your family name will be nothing.”

The door slammed shut.

The sound echoed through my bones.

The external deadbolts followed with a heavy metallic clank, locking me inside.

The room became silent except for the vibration of the flagship’s engines beneath the floor.

The deeper the ship moved into open water, the stronger the mechanical pulse became.

I sat still.

The silver cuff continued burning against my wrist, sending waves of suppression through my channels, but the connection remained.

I closed my eyes and let my thoughts move beyond the walls of the ship.

Sean.

Susie.

They were safe.

Warm.

Protected beneath the southern estate’s defenses and Flynn’s vanguard.

Because they were safe, I could afford to wait.

Let the syndicates celebrate.

Let them believe their contract was complete.

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