Before we could continue, the atmosphere shifted as Thomas entered the room. His gait was heavy, his face drawn with grief and exhaustion. He came straight to Elsa’s bedside, his eyes softening as he looked at her. But beneath that veneer of concern, I could sense something else—something calculated.
I knew he’d been making moves underground. The signs were there, small but telling. Lucas and I had been quietly tracking his behaviour, and the suspicion was clear: he’d likely received instructions from Simone.
I didn’t confront him outright. Not yet. Instead, I ordered one of my Kappas to keep a close eye on him until Kane arrived to take over. Thomas was walking a fine line, and I wasn’t about to let his actions jeopardise our plans.
He should’ve left when Elsa advised him to, should’
