Garren:
I didn’t rush to find him, I let him sit in it. The tension. The frustration. The quiet realization that things were not bending the way he had expected them to.
Lucien had always been brilliant, sharp, calculating. But brilliance without discipline, was chaos waiting to happen. And he was playing a game that was less than he is.
I found him exactly where I knew he would be, still in the war room, still staring at the maps like if he looked long enough, they would finally obey him.
“They’re not breaking,” I said as I stepped inside. “And they are not going to be falling for the games that you are trying to make them fall into a trap that they are not going to fall into.”
He didn’t turn. “I know.” His voice was tight, controlled, barely.
“They’re adapting,” I said calmly. “An
