The morning felt sharp—like the world itself had grown edges overnight.

Rafael stood in the dim warehouse Ethan had chosen as their meeting point, leaning against a metal pillar, arms crossed as Ethan approached.

“You’re late,” Rafael said.

Ethan ignored the jab. “You asked for this meeting. What do you want?”

Rafael tossed a file on the table. “Information on Davin’s offshore accounts. Enough to disrupt his financial network. But we can’t take him down separately. Not anymore.”

Ethan opened the file, eyebrows raising.

“You got this alone?”

Rafael’s jaw flexed.

“Let’s just say Davin isn’t as loyal to his inner circle as he thinks.”

Ethan closed the file and...