The air in the war room was thick enough to choke on. Adrian leaned over the table, palms flat, eyes scanning the shifting maps and coded messages projected onto the wall. Kael stood beside him, a silent storm, his jaw tight and his fingers flexing as though ready to draw blood at any moment.
I hovered near the edge of the room, watching the two men navigate the ever-closing noose around us. It felt like the Blacklist wasn’t just chasing us anymore—they were already here, hiding in the folds of our shadows.
“This intel…” Adrian’s voice was like broken glass. “It’s too precise. They know where we’ll be before we even decide to move.”
Kael’s eyes flicked toward me briefly before snapping back to Adrian. “We’ve got a leak. And I don’t think it’s small. They’re deep enough to anticipate our
