Night draped over the city like a shroud.
Inside the safehouse, Leon’s warboard grew denser—red lines, names, movements. Each pin told a story of betrayal or power. His empire wasn’t collapsing, not yet. But the wolves were closing in.
And one of them was wearing Camille’s perfume.
Elsewhere – Camille’s Location Unknown
She sat across from the man she had once called uncle.
“I did what you asked,” Camille said quietly.
“You left him when he needed you,” the older man replied.
She swallowed hard.
“I left him alive.”
The man leaned forward. “Alive isn’t enough. If Leon survives this storm, we’re all dead.You know what must be done.”
Camille’s voice cracked. “Don’t make me—”
“You swore your loyalty to the council. Don’t forget who saved your life when the Voss family didn’t.”
Cami
