Celeste paced back and forth in the war room, her fingers tapping rhythmically against her thigh. Hunter stood near the large map laid out on the table, eyes fixed on the possible routes leading to the caves the rogue had mentioned.
Logan cleared his throat. “We can’t just storm in without a strategy. We need to cover the exits and make sure no one slips through.”
Celeste stopped pacing, her expression hardening. “If Alaric is really behind this, he’s expecting us to charge in. We need to be unpredictable.”
Hunter shot her a glance, his lips quirking up just slightly. “Unpredictable? Like the time you used a hay wagon as a makeshift battering ram?”
Celeste snorted, a rare smile breaking through her frustration. “Hey, it worked, didn’t it?”
Logan looked between them, shaking his head.
