Cambria's pulse hammered in her temples as Brienne's words echoed in the tense silence of the war room. Her fingers shook involuntarily, but she forced herself to focus.
"Knox."
She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.
"No," Cambria whispered, shaking her head. It was impossible. Knox had been too cautious, too strategic to make such an obvious move. And yet, the cold fear seeping into her bones told her otherwise. There was no mistaking the look on Brienne's face, pure, unadulterated dread.
"Tell me what you know," Cambria demanded, her voice low but firm.
Brienne hesitated before pulling out a small tablet and tapping a few commands. The screen flickered, and a video appeared.
The footage was grainy but unmistakable. The camera angle suggested it was a hidden surveillance feed, likely from one of the many networks Knox had access to. In the dimly lit room stood a figure tall, imposing, and unmistakably familiar.
Cambria's blood ran cold.
It was her.
