KYLE'S POV I sat with my father, the air between us heavy, thick with tension I could almost taste. The lantern light flickered across his face, carving hard shadows into his already stern features. His fists rested on the table, knuckles white, eyes restless like a man at war with himself.“Who the hell are we waiting for, Kyle?” Lord Thane’s voice cracked through the silence, deep and commanding, but laced with irritation. “You’re wasting my time.”I inhaled slowly, refusing to bow under the weight of his tone. “We’re waiting for the informant, Father. He has information we can’t afford to miss.”“Information?” he spat, rising to his feet. His cloak flared as he turned sharply, pacing the length of the room. “You think whispers in the dark will win us this war? Every second that man delays, we bleed. Every second, your sister gains ground.”“Patience, Dad,” I said, though the words felt fragile on my tongue.“Patience?” He stopped dead, spinning on me, his eyes burning like coals.
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