DANE'S POV
"When is your father launching the war against my brother?" I asked Maya, my voice steady but laced with the tension that has been gnawing at me for days. We sat across from each other in the quiet corner of the Delux Hotel, the dim golden mini bar lights casting shadows across her face.
Her hand paused halfway to her glass, fingers curling around the stem. She didn't drink; she just stared at the amber liquid as though it might give her the courage to speak.
"That's not an easy question," she said finally, her tone low.
"It's a simple one to me," I replied, leaning forward. "You know the answer; you've heard the talks. I need to know, Maya. When?"
Her eyes flickered to mine, then away again; she drew in a slow breath, as if weighing whether the truth would cost her more t
