“They are not targeting the weapons warehouse.”
Adrian stood with his back to the tall glass window of the strategy room. City lights reflected faintly against the surface, casting sharp shadows across his face. His voice was calm, controlled, yet heavy enough to silence the room.
“They are targeting the woman.”
Marcus froze mid motion, the tablet still glowing in his hand. “Elara?”
Adrian nodded once. No hesitation. No emotion. At least none he allowed to surface.
“They stopped attacking our operations,” Adrian continued. “Now they are aiming for the center of control.”
Marcus exhaled slowly. “The Ravenmoor family.”
The name lingered between them like smoke. An old enemy. A family that had lost territory, influence, and blood because of Adrian’s decisions years ago.
“They do not h
