Markus sat in his private office, the heavy weight of responsibility bearing down on him. The betrayal was too deep, too personal to ignore, and he knew he had to act decisively. Across from him, Azriel stood, arms crossed, his expression as unreadable as ever. The Deathstrike was a man of few words, but his presence spoke volumes. His unwavering loyalty and fierce determination were exactly what Markus needed at that moment.
“We need to catch Carter in the act,” Markus said, breaking the heavy silence.
Azriel nodded, his gaze cold and calculating. “Agreed. But how do you propose we do it? We have no concrete evidence, only suspicion based on Kaia’s premonition and his strange behavior.”
Markus leaned forward, his eyes burning with resolve. “We set a trap. We know he’s desperate and on
