In a glass-walled room overlooking the glittering city, Devandra stood at the head of a long table. His fingers tapped lightly against the mahogany surface, a cold rhythm that made the men around him hold their breath.

In front of him, a few subordinates lowered their heads, holding the latest reports. One of them dared to speak.

“Boss, the rumors about Liora have started spreading among journalists. They’re curious about her connection to Arga.”

Devandra’s lips curved into a thin smile. His eyes narrowed, like a snake catching the scent of prey. “Good. Keep pushing that gossip. Make it seem as if Liora is still Arga’s true love.”

“Should we...