Zephyr raised an eyebrow.
Felix met his gaze,"I want her running back to her master. I want him to know exactly how badly he underestimated us."
A map of Astheria unfurled across the table, certain locations pulsing red.
"The Duke will retaliate one of three ways," Felix murmured, tracing routes.
Economic Siege (Starving their supply lines)
Shadow War (Assassins and sabotage)
Political Maneuvering (Turning the Crown against them)
Zephyr snorted,"Let him try. Your little 'supply chain revelation' already has half the noble council ready to gut each other."
" That was just a small thing among ants to those at the top! " Felix said as he pointed his finger upwards.
Zephyr fell silent when he heard Felix.
Felix's smile didn't reach his eyes. "Which is why he'll choose option four."
"Which is?"
"The one thing we can't predict."
The air grew heavy. Somewhere, a clock ticked like a slowing heartbeat.
