The dawn brought with it an uneasy calm. Krissan stood by the window of her chambers, watching the sun rise over the horizon. The previous night’s daring rescue had been a success, but the cost was yet to be seen. The rebellion was gaining momentum, but Deyonjay’s wrath would be swift and brutal.
She turned away from the window as Salvatore entered the room, his expression grim. “Lady Krissan,” he began, “we’ve received word from our informants. Deyonjay is furious. He’s ordered a crackdown on any suspected traitors.”
Krissan nodded, her jaw set in determination. “We knew this would happen,” she replied. “We need to stay one step ahead of him. Our network must remain hidden and vigilant.”
Salvatore stepped closer, lowering his voice. “There’s something else,” he said. “Annalisa has unco
