Chapter 170 Not His Pawn

• The safehouse kitchen was dimly lit, the overhead bulb flickering slightly like it was having second thoughts about staying on. Ellerei leaned against the island, hair still damp from her morning shower, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. Bishop sat across from her, a steaming mug of black coffee in hand, his laptop open but untouched.
• Knox stood at the head of the table, arms braced on either side, his voice calm but laced with the edge of something darker. "There’s chatter. A lot of it. People sniffing around the wreckage of Lorenzo’s empire. Old enemies, new faces, and Donatello’s name is starting to circulate again."
• Ellerei's mouth twitched into something between a grimace and a smile. "Let them sniff. They're not finding anything useful."