The penthouse felt colder than usual, though the heaters were on. Alexander’s office, normally a place of control and calm, had become a battleground of whispered accusations and tense glances. Every ally present seemed cautious, measuring each word, each expression, as if one wrong syllable could ignite the fragile balance they’d maintained for months.

Amelia stood near the window, arms crossed, watching the city below. Neon lights reflected in her eyes, but they couldn’t reach the storm ...