The silence after that weighs heavily.
Finally, he says, “So who would you trust to hold the reins?”
I look back out the window, watching the city slide by like a slow-moving threat.
“This conversation stays between us,” I say.
“Always.”
I let the silence stretch, the weight of the question pressing against my chest. There aren’t many men I’d trust. Fewer still who could command loyalty and fear in equal measure. Most would crumble under the pressure or bleed out before they even claimed the chair.
But there’s one—the closest person I have to a brother. The Guild runs through his veins as much as it runs through mine. Ruthless, loyal, dangerous as hell.
I don’t say it out loud, but the answer is already carved into my bones.
There's only one choice.
Teo Vitale.
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