My heart pounded as I tried to process what Icarus had just said. “What?” I muttered, as if hoping I had misheard him.

“His head was severed, and his body was dumped in the trash,” Icarus described, his clenched fist turning his knuckles ghostly white.

Kenzo’s voice carried the sharp edge of barely restrained fury. “Do you think the spy planted in my pack is responsible for this?”

“Who else?” Icarus replied, a cold smirk tugging at his lips.

“It ...