Chapter 52
Cameron
Now comes the hard part,the council members on Alric's side.
One thing I've known—one thing that never fails, whether in boardrooms or back alleys—is that even the most loyal men flinch in front of a pot of gold.
I've watched hardened negotiators fold at the mere scent of opportunity. I've watched spies, embedded for years in our competitors, turn soft the second they tasted freedom wrapped in gold leaf.
So, the question isn't whether Alric's men are loyal. The question is: Are they immune to what I'm offering?
I doubt it.
We walk through the thinning crowd—wolves still gathering meat from the trucks, some casting long glances at us, some pretending not to. Lenora stays close, but she stiffens as soon as she sees our next target.
Madam Elira.
