LUCAS'S POV
I'm halfway through my second drink when I hear the knock.
Not loud. Not soft either. Just steady. Measured. Someone who knows exactly how far they can push.
"Come in," I say, not looking up. My fingers tap the glass. I don't like to be disturbed after dark unless it's important. Hell, it better be important.
The door opens and Gareth steps in. He doesn't speak right away. Just stands there. Waiting.
He knows me well. Knows not to say anything until I tell him to. That's why he's survived this long.
I glance up. His face is tight. Serious. That's all I need to know.
"What is it?" I ask, setting the glass down slowly.
"We picked up chatter," Gareth says, stepping forward. "One of the scouts we planted near Silver Moon territory caught wind of something…
