The court buzzed with rumors after the arrest of Baron Marcellus, but Damien had little time to relish the victory. Marcellus was only a piece of Calder's vast network, and the cloaked figure captured alongside him had provided little under interrogation. Despite the fear etched into their features, they refused to betray Calder's plans, their loyalty unshaken.
Damien sat in the dimly lit war room, the air thick with tension. Erynn leaned over a stack of documents, her silver eyes scanning every detail, while Carys stood by the map, marking potential locations for Calder's remaining agents. Amara lounged in a corner, her sharp blue eyes watching Damien intently.
"They're not talking," Erynn said, breaking the silence. "Whoever this cloaked figure is, they're more afraid of Calder than they are of us."
Damien's steel-gray gaze remained steady. "Fear can be overcome. Loyalty, though—that's harder to break."