Chapter 130 A War In The Shadows

The morning light that filtered through the cracked shutters cast thin lines of gold across the war table. Sprawled across it were blueprints, financial records, encrypted files, and a steaming mug of black coffee trembling beside Silas’s elbow. His expression was carved in granite, hard, unreadable, coiled with purpose. Genevieve stood at the far end, arms crossed over her chest, hair swept into a tight knot that made her cheekbones knife-sharp. She was already in motion, mind racing ahead. Her leather-bound tablet blinked with codes and transfer logs.