Elward, ever the proud wolf, had his eyes on me, his lips curling into a sneer, silently demanding an answer to the question hanging between us.

He didn't need to say it. The question was written all over his face, from the deep crease between his brows to the angry twitch of his jaw.

"What about the culprit?" his expression screamed. "We played your game. Where’s the traitor?”

I leaned back in my chair, fingers casually drumming the armrest, a lazy smile stretched ...