The news hit his desk just as he was about to go to bed.
He stared at the paper, the hastily scrawled letters, and felt a cold, calculating smile touch his lips.
So this was how it was. His brother was finally going to act, and it was going to be something so public? It was clear he was planning something, someone from their bloodline didn't remain as quiet as he had without planning something. It just wasn't in their nature.
He'd been trying to hire someone to infiltrate the Phoenix Guild for months now, trying to get someone who could get close to Brenton. Did he want him dead? Of course, but simply knowing what the man was up to was just as important.
