Enzo’s pov
Sleep was a luxury I’d long given up on. My nights were rarely quiet, and when they were, I never trusted them. Still, after yesterday’s executions and the trail of rot we had uncovered, I had allowed myself to rest for a few hours, hoping the silence would hold at least till morning.
It didn’t.
The knock came just after dawn. Sharp. Urgent. Not the kind that waited for permission.
“Enter,” I called, already half-sitting in bed.
The door creaked open, and Atlas stepped in, his face pale, jaw clenched tight. Whatever he came to say wasn’t routine.
“What happened?” I asked, fully alert now.
“There was another breach,” he said immediately. “The rogues… someone tried to help them escape.”
My blood turned cold. “Inside job?”
He nodded grimly. “It wasn’t a coordinated ambush—
