ALPHA Arthur: The Mate Who Lied
Phineas wiped the remaining blood onto his white shirt, leaving a smear over his heart.
"We need to secure the perimeter," Xavier stammered, his mask completely shattered. "We need more men, more—"
"We don't need a treaty," Phineas interrupted, his voice dropping into a register that vibrated in the stone walls. He looked at Aurelius, then back at the blood on the door. "We need a cage big enough for a King. And I’m the only one who knows how to bait the trap."
"Phineas..."
"Ready the Black Hand, Aurelius. And you, Xavier—if you touch me again, it won't be Lucian you have to worry about."