DARRAGH'S POV

My father was a cruel bastard, but there was one thing he taught me well—ruthlessness. And above all, the art of turning enemies against each other.

"Why bleed when they can bleed for you?" he’d say, grinning like a wolf. "Let them gut each other in the dark. All you have to do is whisper."

And I listened. I learned. A rumor planted in the right ear, a forged message slipped into the right hands. Watch as suspicion took root, bloomed, and tore alliances apart. The strong waste ...