Following Eleanor Davis's chilling and menacing arrival, the air in the dingy apartment felt heavier than lead. Her piercing gaze seemed to strip Michael bare, peeling away the layers of the "Michael Bennett" identity and peering into the scars of his past. Damn it, this was no longer just a guerrilla war fought in the shadows. The Davis family, it turned out, were far more cunning and dangerous players than they had ever imagined. And now, Michael had to take this fight into the public arena, a stage where lies and truth danced a precarious ballet of political theater.
"You thought you could hide in the darkness forever, little rat?" Eleanor hissed, her voice as sharp as shattered glass. "Walter might be a fool, but I am not. I know you're after his power."
Michael, though his heart ham
