Lucian
“Honestly, I didn’t like the match,” Mr Northwood admitted. “As long as she’s in the Nighthorn mansion, I don’t have to deal with the shame.”
I laughed—dry, sharp. Finally, some honesty. We got back to business and discussed the shipment. I made it clear Steel Corp had no intentions of merging with any other company anytime soon. If that ever changed, I’d reach out on my terms.
By the time the meeting wrapped up, it was already four-thirty.
Not long after Northwood left, my phone rang.
Mara.
I picked up instantly. “Mara, are you outside?”
“No, Lucian…” Her voice was low. Off. Something was wrong.
I sat up straight. “Where are you?”
There was a pause—a long one.
“We’re on our way to the arsenal. The outer border. It’s under attack. Alpha Nighthorn assigned us to handle it.
