Devandra’s study glowed faintly under the crystal chandelier. That night, he sat in his grand chair, face calm as if no storm had been shaking his circle. Yet behind that stillness, his mind moved fast, every calculation sharp and deliberate.

On the desk before him lay several sheets of paper. They looked identical to his secret financial records, but in truth, they were forgeries—bait he had carefully crafted.

A thin smile curled across his lips. If anyone touches this bait, I’ll know who the traitor is.

Raga stood nearby, awaiting instructions. His keen eyes followed Devandra’s every move. For years, he had been the most trusted right hand, but tonight...