"They offered me a seat on the Council," Jax said, his voice devoid of emotion. "You were always the better hacker, Kael. But you never understood how this city works. It doesn't reward loyalty. It rewards the person who survives the longest."
"Every name. Every transaction," Kael said, handing over the drive. "We leave tonight, right? Just like we planned."
"You got it?" Jax ’s voice was low, rasping against the sound of distant sirens.
Jax took the drive, his gloved fingers lingering on the cold metal. He looked up, and for a fleeting second, Kael saw a shadow of regret in his eyes—a flicker that vanished as quickly as a dying spark. "There’s a change in the plan, Kael," Jax whispered.
