The soft murmur of rain tapped against the towering windows of Rich Dawson’s penthouse as he sat quietly in his private study, his jaw clenched and mind heavy. Across from him, Kyro Velez leaned back in his chair, swirling a glass of whiskey with a look that said we’re running out of time.
“We have to do something,” Kyro said in a low voice.
''Vale’s contacts in Macau are disappearing one by one. Someone’s targeting the Legion.”
Rich didn’t respond right away. His mind was tangled between two worlds—one of shadows and the other of sunlight. One was the life he had built alongside his brothers, forged in blood and strategy. The other… was her.
Ashtine.
Her laughter echoed in his head, the memory of her small hand resting on his chest the night before grounding him more than any strateg
