The London safe house was quiet, but the silence was heavy with impending doom.
Ethan sat at the table, the message from the Drake family still glowing on his phone screen. The Covenant was vast. The Drakes, the Morgans, the Stirlings, the Crosses—each one more powerful than the last. And they were all coming for him.
Kate moved through the room, her footsteps soft on the worn carpet. "Ethan, we've received word from the coalition. The Morgans have called a meeting. All the Covenant families are gathering in New York."
Ethan looked up, his eyes hard. "When?"
"Three days. At the Morgan estate in Manhattan."
Ethan felt a chill run down his spine. "If all the families are gathering, it means they're planning something big."
Mark stepped forward, his expression grim. "It could be a trap.
