Jasail’s POV
I hadn’t spoken the words “Raven Protocol” in years.
It was something Alexander and I had devised in our darker youth, before we were swallowed by the family legacy, before Dominic had turned us against each other.
The protocol was a dead man’s contingency plan.
One to be used only if the Lancaster heir ever vanished under suspicious conditions.
Now it was active.
And the first consequence hit within minutes.
My private console began blinking with encrypted pings, coordinates, emergency caches, digital vaults sealed in Alexander’s voice. He had mapped out every possibility, every betrayal.
Including mine.
One video clip loaded first.
I recognized the room instantly, our childhood attic. A safehouse long since sealed and forgotten.
And then... his face.
Alexander.
