The Heir's Reckoning

<p>The roar has faded but the echo doesn't leave me. London is</p><p>quiet only if you don't look closer don't feel the pulse running</p><p>under the streets the hum vibrating in glass and concrete. The</p><p>city knows what I've done. The first-born doesn't hide not</p><p>anymore. Not now.</p><p>I step onto the Millennium Bridge just as the sun drags itself</p><p>over the skyline brushing the Shard with gold. Fog curls like</p><p>fingers along the Thames teasing the city into revealing its</p><p>secrets. I've spent months building shields alliances and</p><p>channels. But tonight... tonight everything I thought controlled</p><p>curated or hidden is exposed. The Shadow Court isn't just a</p><p>threat. The leaks that started last night-names locations</p><p>scroll fragments everything I ever protected-are screaming</p><p>across the underground and digital networks.</p><p>My heels click against the steel deliberate echoing off the river</p><p>like a heartbeat. I reach for my phone anticipating messages</p><p>S: They know.</p><p>S: Too many eyes. Move.</p><p>S: Trust no one.</p><p><br> </p>