The window of the Northvale private jet reflected the deep blackness of the night, yet within its surface, the city I was leaving behind was clearly visible. Lianna. Valerian. They were trapped inside that glass frame now, growing smaller as the roar of the jet engines propelled me away.
Lady North sat calmly across from me, a mini cockpit table between us laden with the thick documents she had just handed over. The strong smell of coffee mixed with the scent of the plane's expensive leather upholstery stung my nose.
"This is the summary, Cassian," Lady North's voice was cold, as devoid of emotion as usual. "The Coven isn't just in hiding. They are making aggressive moves in Eastern Europe. They are using assets they stole from Northvale’s vault—assets we thought were lost forever."
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