Ares

The morning was deceptively calm. The city hummed like nothing had happened, but I knew better. Silence was always the precursor to another storm — and Evelyn had yet to show her hand fully.

Leon’s tablet buzzed. “Sir… we’ve picked up unusual activity at the old industrial docks. Small fleet of vans, armed personnel. They’re moving fast.”

I clenched my fists. “Evelyn. She’s making her final play.”

Atlas stepped beside me, eyes narrowing. “Camilla and ...