Lorelei

The war room was cold.

I stood in the corner, my arms crossed, my eyes fixed on the map that covered the table. Red circles marked every compromised route, every pack that had been infiltrated, every shipment that had been lost. The guards who had died. The weapons that had vanished. The kingdom that was slowly, inexorably bleeding out.

Nikolai stood at the head of the table, his face carved from stone, his eyes dark with a rage he was barely containing. Igor was beside him, his ...