KIERAN’S POV
When we returned to the strategy room, I felt…recalibrated.
Not a hundred percent trusting, but a lot less likely to maul Corin Vale.
He stood near the long oak table, hands resting lightly against its edge. He looked up when we entered.
He didn't ask what Alois had said. He simply waited.
I studied him carefully now—not as a rival. Not purely as an outsider.
As an asset.
“As far as the psychic network goes,” I began, “you told the truth.”
“Is it too childish to say ‘duh’?” he drawled.
I bit back a growl.
“You are not here to destabilize Nightfang or hurt Sera,” I continued.
“No.”
“And you will not act without consulting me. Without receiving my express permission.”
His jaw tightened faintly, but he nodded.
“Agreed.”
I stepped clo
