–Livana–
I knew it was a trap.
And still—I stepped into it.
Some snares are not avoided. They are studied… then dismantled from within.
I entered the room with my armed men, Logan and Jane at my side, both masked. They had been holding Damon and Caine for three days now.
I hadn't expected restraint. Not from people like them. I assumed brutality, impatience—violence as their native language.
But they kept them alive. Untouched, for the most part.
A mistake.
Because if they had truly hurt them—
I would have made sure they learned what suffering actually meant.
I removed my mask just as the cameras flickered. Lore had already infiltrated their system. The doors opened for us as if the place itself had bowed. The guards froze—confused, awaiting orders that never came.
Power doesn't always roar.
Sometimes—it paralyzes.
I stepped into the conference room. Leaders filled the screens—faces framed in polished authority, gathered in their little digital kingdom.
