The clouds over New York felt heavier and more menacing than any storm in the North Sea. The decision to abandon the pursuit of Elara and return to Valerian was strategically the hardest, but emotionally the easiest. I stood on the private runway Ben had arranged, wearing clothes that looked more like a successful lawyer than a warlord.
"All agents loyal to the Northvale line who rejected Elara's leadership have been gathered in the safe zone. They're waiting for your orders, Cassian," Ben reported, his face showing chronic exhaustion.
I nodded, feeling the weight of this new responsibility. I had dismissed Elara, won the Syndicate civil war, but the victory felt bitter because I had to leave the North and Coven threats still looming.
"I need absolute loyalty now, Ben. No more uncertain
