Chapter 186

• Marcel’s POV
• The study was thick with tension. Maps lay across the table, marked with pins, circles, and notes we’d gone over a dozen times. The scent of old ink and stress clung to the air.
• Eden stood beside me, tall and composed, his eyes scanning the file in his hand. “We’ve narrowed it to three possible areas—Port Vale, East Briar, and the Greywind docks. Each has ties to Victor’s past networks. But none of our contacts are talking.”