LIAM'S POV:
The wind whipped against my golden mask as we soared through the clouds, but my mind was far from the scenery. I closed my eyes, reaching out through the silver thread of the spirit contract that bound me to my most trusted shadows.
*‘Lucy, Ren,’* I sent the thought, my mental voice echoing with a cold, newfound clarity. *‘Return to the inn immediately. Reorganize the Shadow Guards. I was a fool to reveal our full strength in such a flamboyant display of arrogance. Now, I am an open book to every power-hungry vulture in this capital. Take our people and vanish into the sanctuary of the p*****t Division. Stay in the shadows until I give the command.’*
There was a momentary pause, a ripple of confusion through the link. *‘Lord,’* Lucy’s voice returned, hesitant. *‘Forgive my i
