The Heir’s Reckoning. The Heir Legacy, #3

The roar has faded, but the echo doesn't leave me. London isquiet only if you don't look closer, don't feel the pulse runningunder the streets, the hum vibrating in glass and concrete. Thecity knows what I've done. The first-born doesn't hide, notanymore. Not now. I step onto the Millennium Bridge just as the sun drags itselfover the skyline, brushing the Shard with gold. Fog curls likefingers along the Thames, teasing the city into revealing itssecrets.
I've spent months building shields, alliances, andchannels. But tonight. tonight, everything I thought controlled, curated, or hidden is exposed. The Shadow Court isn't just athreat. The leaks that started last night-names, locations, scroll fragments, everything I ever protected-are screamingacross the underground and digital networks. My heels click against the steel, deliberate, echoing off the riverlike a heartbeat.
I reach for my phone, anticipating messagesS: They know. S: Too many eyes. Move. S: Trust no one.