"While you go back to your campaign trail, I am going to take my vanguard and systematically destroy every single officer and politician who took Boris's money," Asher stated, his voice carrying the absolute finality of an executioner. "I will root them out of their offices, out of their homes, and out of the shadows. No one who aided Boris will be left standing by the time the month is over. That is the only way this kingdom stays secure."
Instead of the tense silence that usually followed Asher's lethal promises, the Mayor let out a long, heavy breath—a sound of pure, unadulterated relief. He looked down at his fifteen-year-old daughter, Beverly, who was wrapped tightly in a thick blanket, her small shoulders finally stopping the frantic trembling that had consumed her since her rescue.
The Mayor stepped forward, extending his hand toward Asher.His grip was firm, his eyes shining with a mixture of exhaustion and profound respect.
