The air in the room seemed to shift after that, like something solid had clicked into place.
Lucien turned back to the map. “We’ll need cover. We can’t travel as ourselves.”
“I already burned our old IDs,” Lukas said. “We’ll need new ones… different names, different routes. The hunters still have your signature flagged in every region, Braxton.”
“Let them,” Braxton said. “They’re looking for a ghost anyway.”
For a moment, he almost smiled… a small, fleeting spark that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
Damon watched him quietly. “You know this isn’t how we planned it,” he said. “We were supposed to wait. Strengthen the network. Rebuild quietly until we have enough backing to strike.”
“I know,” Braxton said. His tone softened. “But fate doesn’t wait for strategy.”
Lucien exchanged a look w
