Cynthia Cochan stared at the thick stack of papers on the kitchen table, her manicured fingers tapping impatiently. The morning sunlight streamed through the large bay windows, casting a harsh glare on the bleak reality before her.The once-thriving Cochan Mall was teetering on the edge of collapse, and every page in front of her detailed just how precarious their financial situation had become.It was a bitter pill to swallow, one made worse by the strained silence between her and her husband, who sat across the table with a furrowed brow.They were waiting for Abbie Wiess, the representative from Golan National Bank. Cynthia’s nerves were frayed, and her distaste for the meeting was evident.The bank’s offer was the first real interest anyone had shown in months, but there was a sting in knowing that they were being targeted as a bargain investment, prey for the vultures circling their struggling business.Jessica Cochan leaned against the counter, scrolling through her phone absent
The sun was setting behind the distant Targu mountains, casting long shadows that stretched over Jinstain’s bustling streets.Just outside the city, where nature blocked all sight and sound of city life, Conor and Kerrigan sat in the spacious study, papers and maps spread out before them.A small fire crackled in the hearth, its warmth comforting but not enough to ease the tension that hung in the air.Sorcha stood by the door, vigilant as ever, her eyes constantly scanning the room and its surroundings.Parker leaned casually against the far wall, arms crossed, but his relaxed posture was misleading. His sharp gaze never strayed far from Conor even here in their Jinstain stronghold.Kerrigan glanced at Conor, her brow furrowed as she sorted through a stack of documents. “We’ve put Kelan on the run, and every day that he stays hidden, Gregor’s hold weakens. But it’s not enough. We need to plan our next move carefully.”Conor nodded, his expression focused. “Kelan’s desperate, and a d
Just under a week later, Conor and Kerrigan found themselves looking out at the Kings castle in the capital of Golan. The grand hall of the royal palace was a magnificent sight, towering ceilings adorned with intricate carvings of mythical creatures and ancient heroes. Tall windows lined the walls, casting beams of sunlight onto the polished marble floor, where each step echoed with the weight of history.The air was thick with anticipation and tension, as if the very walls were holding their breath, waiting for the confrontation that would soon unfold.Conor and Kerrigan were shown to their chambers by a silent procession of servants, their retinue of dragoons trailing behind with a sense of purpose. Sorcha kept her eyes sharp, her posture stiff and ready, while Parker walked close behind Conor, scanning the opulent corridors for any sign of trouble. Reilynn and Evelynn trailed Kerrigan, this event needing everyone’s full attention. The colonel had even sent along several other gu
The atmosphere in the grand chamber of the High Counsel of Nobles was tense and charged. Ornate chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting a glow over the room that was equal parts majestic and foreboding.The long table at the center was flanked by plush chairs occupied by the most powerful figures in the kingdom. Each of them wore expressions ranging from guarded skepticism to outright disdain as Conor and Kerrigan entered, escorted by their dragoons.Sorcha moved with practiced vigilance, her sharp eyes scanning every corner of the room, while Parker stood firmly at Conor’s side, his presence a reassuring wall of strength.Conor’s gaze met Kerrigan’s briefly, a silent exchange of support and resolve. The two moved confidently to their seats, but there was no mistaking the undercurrent of tension that rippled through the room.Aileana MacKenna, their press secretary, had met with them earlier in the day. She had prepped them for this exact moment, urging them to maintain compos
The guest quarters assigned to Kerrigan and her team in the royal capital were steeped in a sterile opulence that offered little comfort. The heavy velvet drapes muted the light, casting the room in a somber glow, while the ornate furnishings seemed to loom over the occupants—a reminder of the old power structures they had just confronted in the High Council.Kerrigan sat in a high-backed chair, the aftershocks of Abraxas’s power still pulsing beneath her skin, gradually ebbing away. Conor stood beside her, one hand resting gently on the arm of her chair.His presence was a steadying force, and as his hand touched hers, the lingering essence of Celia’s and Abraxas’s power began to fade, dissolving into motes of golden light that shimmered briefly before subsiding into a peaceful calm.Faolan lay at their feet, alert but relaxed, her ears twitching at every distant sound from the hallway outside.The rest of the team had gathered in the sitting room, the tension from the day’s events s
The air in the guest quarters was thick with tension. Kerrigan sat at the head of the table, her hands resting on the smooth wood, fingers drumming a restless rhythm.The events in the High Council chamber still echoed in her mind, each memory a stark reminder of the stakes they were playing for. Around her, Conor and the dragoons were deep in discussion, their voices low but urgent as they planned their next moves against Kelan Benedict.Kerrigan was about to respond to one of their comments when a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Faolan, lying by the hearth, lifted her head, ears pricking forward. Parker moved to answer the door, his hand instinctively brushing his service weapon.The door creaked open, revealing a young messenger standing in the hallway, a sealed letter clutched in his hand. “A letter for Lady Kerrigan Lokir,” he said, his voice wavering slightly as he took in the presence of the formidable team.Parker accepted the letter, his gaze narrowing as he inspe
The atmosphere in the guest quarters was a mix of cautious optimism and determined resolve. The discovery of Lady Evelyn Stanhope’s ties to the Benedicts had given Kerrigan and the team a valuable lead, and they were deep in discussion about how to best use this new information.The team gathered around the table, documents spread out before them, as they strategized their next move.Kerrigan leaned forward, her eyes scanning the documents. “If we go after Lady Evelyn too aggressively, it might tip off the Benedicts that we’ve got yet another nail for their coffin. We need to be strategic and use this as a surprise.”Aileana MacKenna, their press secretary, nodded in agreement. “We can start by leaking the financial records to a trusted reporter. We’ll go after the corruption scandal angle—let the public get riled up before we bring the evidence to the Council. That way, they’ll have no choice but to take action.”Reilynn, who had been reviewing the records, looked up. “I’ll see if Jar
The evening air in the royal capital was cool and crisp, but instead of being pleasant, Kerrigan felt it reflected her mood as made her way through the labyrinth of corridors leading to her grandfather’s quarters.Her mind churned with the revelations from the royal archives—the brief mention of Priestess Rainna visiting the palace with a baby boy nearly twenty-four years ago had stirred something deep within her.Conor had brushed it off as irrelevant, but Kerrigan couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that there was more to the story. And the more she thought about it, the more determined she became to uncover the truth.As she reached the door to Duke Atholl’s private study, she hesitated for a moment, gathering her thoughts. The Duke had always been a pillar of strength for her, a guiding force in her life. But there were things even he had kept hidden, and tonight, she needed answers.She knocked softly, and the Duke’s gruff voice called out, “Enter.”Kerrigan stepped inside to find