Chapter 62 The Unseen Enemy

• The night breathed different.
• It wasn’t the chill—it was the quiet. The kind that draped itself too neatly over the estate, too smooth to be safe. Amara felt it first in her bones, that subtle shift in pressure before a storm. A sixth sense honed by years of betrayal, blood, and thrones built on ruin.
• She stood at her office window, watching headlights move like slow blinks across the far edge of the compound. Inside, the scent of espresso still lingered, untouched on the table. Her fingers tapped the edge of the glass with practiced calm, but her thoughts moved like blades.