Nicholas sat up straight, his eyes sharp and filled with a dangerous kind of hope of a man who had found a path.
A dangerous clarity settled into his mind as the suffocating helplessness and pressure cracked apart. His expression darkened and his mind cold and focused as the mess inside his head aligned into a battlefield. The secret wasn't untouchable after all.
They could destroy it. Nicholas gazed at Alesseandro, his eyes hardened as he ordered, his tone dangerously calm. "Alex, you have directly been there. How do things work there, and how many people knew—not just were involved but knew—the process of making the puppets? Any loophole, any weakness—explain them all."
Alessandro straightened his posture at Nicholas's order. He placed his hands behind his back like a soldier ready to give the report and began.
