He couldn't exactly pin all the blame on Thessara—tempting as that was. No, this disaster had his name written all over it. He was the genius who got outplayed by his own spies.
Maybe if he'd bothered to double-check their work instead of basking in his own brilliance, he might have uncovered their coordinated scheme.
But arrogance clouded his judgment—he had been too confident in his methods, too certain that those he dispatched would never conspire against him.
This was an unprecedented move—meaning it was entirely Thessara's half-baked theory, stitched together from her personal opinions, some shaky logic, and, let's be honest, pure wishful thinking.
There was zero evidence backing it up, but hey, why let facts get in the way of a grand plan? The stakes were impossibly high, but the outcome had never been guaranteed.
Kaan slammed his fist against the nearest wall. "You promised!!" he roared.
