The city lights blurred past the tinted windows in long streaks of gold and white, disappearing behind them as the convoy moved through Valrane’s sleeping streets.
Inside the car, silence sat heavily between them.
Christian remained focused on the road ahead, one hand resting near the wheel while the other adjusted the earpiece tucked discreetly beneath his collar. The faint crackle of voices filtered through every few minutes low updates from men stationed across the city.
Kaiden sat beside him, unmoving. The file from the hospital still rested open on his lap. Baglesh’s autopsy photographs stared back under the dim overhead light. Clean entry wound. Minimal external bleeding. Internal destruction precise enough to kill instantly.
Not amateur work. Kaiden’s gaze lingered on the report
