Dayna Vendetta Siri Direct

"I didn't come for the money, Siri," Dayna replied, her hand hovering near her waist. "I came to finish the story you started."

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. 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." "I didn't come for the money, Siri," Dayna