LIAM’S P.O.V.
I didn’t follow the guards as they dragged Ethan off. I didn’t need to.
I’d made my move. Now I’d let the rest of the board react.
Instead, I returned to the war room and pretended I wasn’t still dragging the weight of every memory Ethan Reed had ever tainted behind me. Jake and Carlos were already seated. Zach, of course, was at his usual post — leaning by the frost-dusted window, arms crossed, brooding like he had it written into a blood oath.
Two of our warriors stood by the doors, flanking the room like statues. The others? Scattered, prepping for whatever hell came next.
I poured myself a glass of something that smelled too bitter to be wine and leaned over the table, waiting.
Carlos gave me a sideways glance. “You look like someone who just saw a ghost and punched
