Chapter 119

• Brayden sat in his private study, his fingers tapping against the polished wood of his desk. The room was dimly lit, the only source of illumination coming from the soft glow of a single desk lamp.
• Across from him sat Ryder, his most trusted ally and one of the few people he could rely on. The tension in the air was thick, unspoken words hanging between them like a storm waiting to break.
• “I need you to find out everything about someone who goes by the nickname Black Serpent,” Brayden said, his voice low but firm.