Lucas stood up abruptly, the weight of frustration slamming through his chest like a fist. His chair screeched backward, crashing against the stone wall behind him as he turned toward his guards with fire in his eyes.
“Someone is feeding Draka information,” he growled, his voice like a low rumble before a violent storm.
The four guards stiffened, eyes darting between one another, fear crawling up their spines.
“I make my moves in silence, and somehow—somehow—he’s always one step ahead. That doesn’t just happen.” Lucas paced like a predator in a cage, the tips of his claws peeking through his fingers, the whites of his eyes flashing with restrained rage. “Someone in this room is a snake.”
The guards remained silent, but Lucas could see the unease building. Good.
“If I find out who it i
