Not through violence.

Not through vengeance.

Through a leather folder full of documented facts, carried in by a woman most of the people in that room had never once bothered to see.

Chapter 18 — Three Weeks Later

Three weeks later, I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, looking out over the harbor, the city moving below me, chaotic and bright and entirely unaware of the storm that had nearly consumed one of its largest empires from the inside.

My door opened softly, and Elena walked in, carrying a tray with two cups of dark coffee.