54Alaric’s POV I was in my study, going over the details of our latest shipments, when the knock came—two sharp raps, a pause, then a third. Allesio’s signal. I set down the file I’d been reading, already feeling the prickling sensation of unease.“Come in,” I called, pushing away from the desk.Allesio entered, his face set in a grim line, holding a small, nondescript brown package. It wasn’t the kind of thing you’d pay attention to in a pile of mail—ordinary, almost insignificant. But the stiffness in his shoulders told me everything I needed to know.“Found this at the front gate, sir,” he said, placing the package on my desk. “No return address.”I met his eyes. “Did you check it?”He gave a curt nod. “No explosives. It’s just paper inside, but it feels wrong.”Wrong. That single word was enough to send a jolt of cold rage through me. I grabbed a letter opener from the desk, slicing through the tape quickly, and pulled the flaps apart. Inside, there was a plain white envelope. I
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