The night was quiet. Too quiet.
The kind of quiet that didn't bring peace, only suspicion.
I stood on the balcony of our bedroom, watching the moonlight drape itself across the courtyard. The guards moved in patterns below, black silhouettes against the pale marble. Every twenty seconds, someone switched position. It was routine, calculated. Yet something about it felt… off.
I'd built this house to be impenetrable, but lately, it didn't feel like mine anymore. Every shadow looked like betrayal waiting to happen. Every whisper sounded like a warning.
Mira was asleep, her soft breathing barely audible behind me. I'd tried to join her earlier, but my mind wouldn't rest. Not tonight. Not when I could feel the storm closing in.
My phone buzzed once on the railing. I didn't need to check the screen to know it was Tomas.
"Talk," I said quietly, gripping the phone.
"Boss," his tone was low and clipped, "we've got a situation."
I exhaled sharply through my nose. "Define 'situation.'"
