The room was silent except for the faint hum of Astra's tablet and the distant sound of traffic filtering through the safe house walls. Ethan stood motionless, the Dominion Ring still warm against his finger, the crimson words from the message burned into his memory."Trial One: Hidden Traitor Identified.""Trial Progress: 43%."He'd been staring at the empty space where the words had appeared, trying to understand what they meant. The Ring had acknowledged his discovery. It had confirmed that he'd identified something important—the traitor who had destroyed his family and the Dominion.But 43 percent was not one hundred percent. The trail was still incomplete."Ethan." Astra's voice cut through his thoughts. "You need to tell me what just happened."He looked at her, still processing. "The Ring recognized something. It acknowledged that I'd identified the traitor."Astra frowned. "But it didn't tell you who it is?""It said 'identified'—not 'confirmed.' There's a difference." Ethan t

The safe house was smaller than the last one—a cramped apartment above an abandoned storefront, its windows covered with old sheets and its walls thin enough to hear every sound from the street below. Ethan sat in the corner, his back against the wall, watching the door.Marquez paced the room, his phone pressed to his ear, speaking in low, urgent tones. The guardian stood by the window, her silhouette dark against the faint light filtering through the sheets. She hadn't spoken since they'd arrived.Ethan couldn't stop thinking about the warning."THE TRAITOR IS WITH YOU."The words had burned themselves into his memory. He'd replayed the moment a hundred times—the Ring's pulse, the crimson letters, the cold certainty that someone close to him had betrayed his parents.He looked at the guardian. She was watching the street below, her posture relaxed but alert. She'd saved his life more times than he could count. She'd risked everything to protect him. She'd been assigned to watch over

The room was small and dimly lit, a temporary safe house tucked away in the forgotten corner of an abandoned building. Ethan had chosen this moment deliberately—Marquez was gone, securing their next location, and Astra was in the other room, her attention absorbed by the latest intelligence.He and the guardian were alone.Ethan had been turning the question over in his mind for hours, trying to find the right way to ask it. The contradictions had accumulated like stones in his chest, each one heavier than the last. The childhood memory. The hidden marking. The list of names. The message in the Ledger. The anonymous warning.And now, the survivor."You've been holding something back," he said finally, his voice quiet but steady. "Not just for a few days. For years."The guardian was standing by the window, her silhouette dark against the pale light filtering through the grime-covered glass. She didn't turn to face him."I've been protecting you," she said. "There's a difference.""Is