"Then we'll burn those shadows to the ground," Finlay growled, so sure of himself. His words hung heavy in the air, a silent promise of what was to come.
Viktor tilted his head; his piercing gaze flicked toward me. "Bold words, but do you have the stomach for it? Because if you want to win, you'll need more than fire-you'll need to outsmart them."
I stepped forward, still clutching my son tightly. "We didn't come this far to let them win. Tell us what you know, Viktor. All of it."
He hesitated, his jaw tightening as if weighing whether to trust us. Finally, he let out a sigh, pulling from his jacket a small, black device that looked like a sleek phone; the screen lit up displaying what looked to be a live feed of. something.
"This," Viktor said, holding it up, "is your next problem."
