Northvale's private jet sliced through the frigid air, its engines roaring against the miles separating me from Lianna. In the cockpit, my head felt like it was imploding. Elara—Lady North—had fired a shot. Either Grandmother had fallen, or Lianna, or both.
I gripped the communicator tightly, Agent D’s voice, distorted by panic, cut through the comms.
"D! Confirm target location! What am I seeing right now?"
"Visual feed from the last scout drone shows Lady Ashworth has gone down, Mr. North! Lady Lianna is moving fast, using their escort vehicle to flee the perimeter! But Elara—she secured the Backup Key from that old chest!" D sounded like he was running through a combat zone.
*Grandmother went down.* The unimaginable betrayal from my closest mentor, coupled with the terror of losing
