Xavier POV

“Power doesn’t die, it just changes disguises.”

The first rule my father taught me was never to trust quiet nights.

They meant someone was moving in the dark.

And tonight, the city was too quiet.

I stood across the street from Daphne’s townhouse, collar up against the chill, watching the subtle movements of Luca’s men as they switched posts.

Motion sensors lined the driveway now, and a new surveillance camera blinked faintly over the door.

Daphne’s living room light ...