The man looked carved from war.
Calm.
Controlled.
Deadly.
And somehow that made me trust him more.
Because men who stayed calm around monsters usually knew how to kill them.
Ava stepped closer carefully.
“How much do you know about Mercer?”
Rook’s steel-gray eyes shifted toward her.
“Enough.”
Not enough for me.
“What’s Shadow Division?” Flick asked quietly.
Every person in the room looked toward her instantly.
Rook’s expression softened slightly.
Not much.
Just enough to notice.
“Officially?” he said calmly. “It doesn’t exist.”
Trigger muttered:
“Fantastic. Secret death squad. Love that for us.”
Wolf elbowed him lightly.
Rook continued like Trigger hadn’t spoken.
“Shadow Division handles threats too politically dangerous for normal channels.”
A cold feeling settled in my chest.
Mercer.
Holy Hell.
Flick looked overwhelmed now.
And honestly?
I couldn’t blame her.
Two days ago she was hiding from killers.
Now she was standing in a farmhouse listening to a ghost-operator talk about covert divisions inside the government.
