Flaws in the Empire
Gregor's POV~
The safe house was heavy with mildew and betrayal, my hands shaking as I looked at the laptop screen, Natasha’s leaked emails tearing Valenticia apart in the newsfeeds of Seryne. Her private writings, forged, cast her as a disgrace on Clawford’s memory. Natasha’s plan was exquisite, carried out with precision and ruthlessness, and for a moment, I admired her. The hacked Clawford server, its data was her handiwork, and it was drawing in tighter around my cousin's neck.
Natasha’s heels clicked as she moved into the room, wearing a red coat. “Clara’s in the van,” she said, tossing a tablet onto the table, a grainy feed playing of Clara, gagged and shivering, in the back of a moving vehicle. “Valenticia’s down at the dock’s wasting her time. ”
I reclined,
