CHAPTER 70 AMAYA

The war room was quieter than it had any right to be.

Maps still covered the table. 

Markers still circled territories that no longer felt like enough.

Luciano was mid-sentence, breaking down patrol rotations, when the doors opened without warning.

Natalia stepped in.

No knock.

No hesitation.

Her boots were still dusted fromher journey, her expression sharp in a way that instantly killed whatever fragile calm we had managed to hold onto.

“Tomas is here”

She didn’t move from the doorway as she said it, her eyes locked on mine like she was bracing for impact. “He’s in the holding cells. Walked in through the north gate...