I watched from the shadows, my eyes tracing every movement, every flicker of tension in the room. Kennedy’s nod was firm, almost desperate, his voice hoarse with the weight of reality.
“Yes,” he said, “Christopher is dangerous. If we misjudge him even once, we could all be erased.”
Razen’s gaze narrowed, uncertainty flickering across his face like a candle struggling in a storm. I could see the doubt gnawing at him—the question of how much of what he knew was truth, and how much was rumor.
Even now, my true identity remained an enigma to them. On the surface, I was merely the Lancaster family’s son-in-law, a man who had once been a vagrant with no background worth noting. Yet whispers circulated through Lisle City, rumors of connections to General Alaric Stroud, a man untouchable even b
