"What do you mean by that? What will happen to Lucien? Are you planning to abandon him?" Silas shouted.
The effort sent a sharp pulse through his chest, and he flinched as the pain settled in like a warning.
"Brat, do not talk nonsense if you want your head to stay where it is," Mikhail said from behind Cesare. His voice was steady in a way that left no room for bravado.
Only then did Silas realize that every person in the room was staring at him with the same cold disapproval.
Even Mikhail, who would probably turn the city upside down for Lucien, stood quiet and composed beside the Don.
There was no argument, no agitation, only trust. It struck Silas deeply. If someone like Mikhail could accept the Don's decision, then Cesare's words carried far more weight than Silas had understood.
"If my assumption is correct, they will be the ones to contact us," Cesare said calmly. "All we need to do is wait."
