Elijah’s POV
The room was quiet, but the weight of what we had just uncovered hung in the air like thick smoke. A kill list. A network of deaths spanning decades. Proof that The Commission had been cleaning house long before any of us even knew they existed.
And Victor.
I ran a thumb over the phone screen, staring at the last message. The job is done. Winter falls.
Victor’s code name. His final warning. His possible death.
I didn’t believe in coincidences.
I exhaled slowly and tucked my phone away. “I need to make a call.”
Michael, still pale from blood loss, arched an eyebrow from where he sat. “Now?”
“Unless you want to work with ghosts, I need to find out if our friend is actually dead.”
Michael smirked, despite himself. “Bit ironic, coming from you.”
I ignored him and pushed
