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“That’s common. Weak men hide behind force.” My chest tightened, but I didn’t interrupt. “Real power,” he went on, turning back to me, “is invisible until it’s too late to fight it.” He tapped one screen, isolating a network diagram that branched like veins. “This,” he said, “is influence. Companies, governments, banks. They don’t move independently. They respond to pressure.” He looked at me then, truly looked. “And so do people.” I shifted in the chair, my fingers curling against the armrest. “So how do I do it? How do I find the power?”

I answered “Explain.” She said I leaned slightly forward. “Power doesn’t protect anything.” Adrian gave a quiet laugh. “That’s a bold claim from someone who holds quite a lot of it.” “Power creates enemies,” I said calmly. “More power simply creates more enemies.” Voss spoke for the first time in several minutes. “That is a very old truth.” I nodded slightly toward him. “But power also attracts something else.” I continued Helena tilted her head slightly. “And what is that?”

It was there, a shadowy, treacherous energy I had not yet grasped in all its complexity. “I will do what’s necessary,” I said, voice steady, even though there was a roiling storm in my gut. Elias nodded. “Necessary for what, exactly? You see, Miss Weber, power is not something you wield in a vacuum. It’s a tool, a weapon, and a currency. It has to be used, but the question is — who? And for what purpose?” My stomach twisted. I knew what he was asking. What they were all waiting for.”

Vanessa’s fingers tapped against her chin; her eyes showed that she’d been coerced, but her voice was persistent to know more. “Why do you think power doesn’t open doors alone?” She asked. “Are you trying to say there might be a shift?” My lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. Because I’d predicted that she’d ask that question, and I’d prepared the answer. I responded calmly. “I’ve spent years studying power—who holds it, who loses it, and why. And right now, there’s a shift coming. Quiet, but undeniable. The kind of shift that either makes empires… or erases them.”

“There is always more.” After breakfast, I was escorted; not confined, escorted to a study I hadn’t seen before. It was smaller than the war room but no less deliberate. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with volumes on finance, psychology, geopolitics, and criminal law. A desk sat near the window, papers neatly stacked. Dominic gestured inside. “You’ll spend your mornings here.” I frowned. “Doing what?” “Learning how power is maintained,” he replied. “Not through violence, but through dependency.”

she said. "Yes. But that is a difficult thing to know about power when you have just discovered you possess it." He looked at the fire. "In my four centuries, I have seen thirteen individuals come into significant power. Seven of them used it immediately and broadly, which resolved some short-term problems and created permanent ones. Four used it surgically, which was better but still reduced them in the long run. Two never used it at all, which made them ultimately irrelevant." He turned back to her. "You are the first one I have observed who understood, instinctively, that the highest use of power is to make its use unnecessary." She sat with this. "I understand it because I grew up withou

× Trix × “You talk too much,” I say, my voice low and calm, though every muscle in my body is strung tight. Salcom stops. “Oh? Did I hit a nerve? Don’t like being reminded of how small you really are?” He leans forward, resting his hands on his knees like he’s speaking to a child. “Here’s the thing, Trix. Power isn’t about who has the best speeches, or who commands the most respect. Power is about winning . It’s about crushing your enemies so thoroughly that they’ll never dare to challenge you again.”

I cross to the door, pausing in the doorway to look back at him—sprawled across the bed, king of this crumbling kingdom, certain he’s the one who set the rules. He thinks he’s untouchable, safe behind his walls, his “no-strings” speech a shield.