Darius POV
I grabbed my jacket from the desk, putting it over my shoulder as I marched out of the room. Keiran followed closely behind, trailing after me like he usually did, except that today, he was loud—annoyingly loud, especially when I had a lot of thinking to do by myself.
"The lunar test," he reminded me for the fiftieth time that morning. I raised a hand, cutting him off.
"Keiran, I need to know the situation on the Southside—our shipments."
I noticed him tighten his jaw from the reflection in the mirror as we walked down the halls. "It's covered, sir," he said stiffly.
"Good," I muttered. "Then why don't you go to the top and the perimeters, make sure that there's no one else trying to break into our territory while we're still in the city."
"I would have the enforcers see t
