Night deepened.
"Sir," the assistant hurried in, his face taut with barely concealed tension.
"Everything is ready."
"Hmm."
Antonio stood by the window, his gaze icy as frost, the faint glow of the city lights reflecting in his narrowed eyes.
Wisps of pale smoke curled from his lips before dissipating into the air.
"Sir," the assistant glanced at his watch, his voice strained with urgency.
"The Luther and Calvin families have already caught wind of this.
Their influence is formidable.
If they suspect you're involved, the consequences could be disastrous."
Antonio turned slowly, his expression dark and inscrutable.
"Scared already?"
The assistant pressed his lips together, uncertain whether to nod honestly or shake his head against his instincts.
After all, the capital was the stronghold of the Luther Family and their allies.
Not a moment here could put his mind at ease.
Fear was a sign of weakness.
At least for now, he wasn't strong enough.
