The mansion no longer felt like a place of power. It felt like a target. Every hallway, every room, every shadow carried the same unsettling truth nothing here was secure anymore. The illusion of control had been stripped away, leaving behind something far more dangerous: exposure.
Lucian stood in his office, his attention fixed on the digital map stretched across the screen before him. Routes, safe houses, financial trails every fragment of intelligence his network had managed to gather was laid out with precision. Under normal circumstances, it would have been enough. More than enough. But this wasn’t normal. For the first time in years, the information in front of him felt incomplete.
“They’re ghosts,” one of his men said carefully from behind him. “No fixed base. No consistent transa
