Bound To The Cruel Alphas (SPICY)
But it was honest, and he seemed to understand that.
Rhea moved to stand beside me, her old leather book pressed against her chest, her expression doing what it always did — processing rapidly behind a still surface. "The ritual is collapsed," she said quietly. "The sigil is gone. But Zana—" She paused. "This isn't finished. Lucius will regroup. He has resources and allies we haven't mapped yet, and a man like him doesn't lose publicly without finding a way to reframe it." She glanced toward where Lucius stood, surrounded now by resistance contacts and Ken's cold authority, his guards effectively neutralized. "We've won today. Not the war."
"I know," I said.