The car glided smoothly through the city streets, blending into the flow of traffic. Inside, silence reigned.
Bishop glanced at the rearview mirror.
His boss—Luna, now living in Aurora's body—was gazing out of the window.
To anyone else, she would look calm, almost detached, as if she were simply admiring the cityscape passing by.
But Bishop knew better.
That stillness wasn't peace. It was the silence before a storm.
The calm, calculated look in her eyes told a far more dangerous story.
Beneath that composed exterior, she was raging.
Planning. Measuring every move.
"Will you go meet them today?" Bishop asked quietly.
For a brief second, something sharp and dangerous flickered in Aurora's eyes. She nodded once.
Bishop let out a slow breath and said nothing more.
He knew this subject cut deep. Whoever had dared to play such a large game—touching her past, her family, her territory—had crossed a line that could never be undone.
