The first light of moonrise filtered through the tall, arched windows of the mysterious man's underground headquarters, casting a pale glow across the polished stone floors. The chamber remained quiet except for the low hum of computers and the occasional footsteps of guards moving through the tunnels outside.
The name on the screen had not changed.
Neither had he.
He had spent most of the moonfall going over Rivena's information, returning again and again to the details she had given them. But now, everything seemed to point toward something far more disturbing than he had expected.
He slowly leaned closer to the screen, his eyes fixed on the single name.
Impossible.
He had spent winters believing that person was gone. Dead. Buried beneath the past, along with every secret they had carried with them.
Yet the name was there.
And if the information was genuine, then the person he had thought was long gone might have been alive all along.
