Krissan stood at her office window, staring out at the darkening sky. The letter from Deyonjay burned in her mind, a stark reminder that the past was far from buried. The air was thick with tension, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on her shoulders.
She had confided in no one about the true nature of her final encounter with Deyonjay. To the world, he had been attacked by a rival spy. Only she knew the truth, that her hand had driven the knife into him, driven by a mix of vengeance and heartbreak.
Marcus entered the room quietly, his presence a constant in her life now. He looked weary, the lines on his face deepening as he carried the burden of his divided loyalties.
"Miss Krissan," he began, "we've tightened security around the estate. No one comes or goes without our knowledge
