Both men take a step back, and I lash down the wild rage in my chest. There’s no point alienating the men who are genuinely loyal to me.
“I want this knowledge contained,” I order once I’m under control. “Only our inner circle can know about the defection.”
“Do it,” I rasp, cutting both men off without so much as raising my voice. “Go. Now.”
Efrem backs out of the room while Shura fixes me with a wary gaze. “He’s moving faster than we expected.”
Once again, my second is more right than I’d care to admit. I’d hoped to avoid this kind of messiness, but Slavik isn’t afraid to play dirty, which means an internal war is almost a guarantee. And more betrayal is imminent. My alliance with the expansion partners remains strong—but not for one second do I believe their loyalty is absolute. It e
