You know that old saying? Some things are pointless to talk about, but not talking about them doesn't help either.
That's exactly where Kraken found himself.
Faced with Isabella's congratulations—laced with a jealousy so sharp it soured the air—he had no idea what to say.
He couldn't bring himself to flex on her, not when his win was so clearly her loss.
Just as the silence was stretching into truly awkward territory, Alexander's form materialized in the Leonidas Palace.
That was unusual.
As the crew's spymaster, Alexander usually operated in the shadows, a ghost perpetually wrapped up in a dozen different secrets. For him to show up in person meant something was up.
"Alexander. A situation?" Leonidas asked, pushing himself up from his lounge chair and pulling an identical one from his inventory right next to him.
