The moment hung suspended—Silas's kill completed, the Crownhold operative's body collapsing, death appearing from nowhere while everyone's attention remained fixed on Adept Goba's overwhelming presence.
Bright's spatial foresight had tracked it all.
Every microsecond of Silas's movement. The Speed Enhancement carrying him across the corridor. The blade finding throat. The Sense Fade making witnesses forget what they'd barely perceived. The perfect execution that capitalized on distraction.
He killed the operative, Bright understood with crystalline clarity. Used the adept's arrival as cover.
Bright's danger sense hadn't even warned him—because Silas wasn't a threat to Bright. Wasn't a danger to the squad. Was just… removing a problem. Quietly. Efficiently. The way assassins operated when everyone was watching the spectacle.
Across the corridor, Adept Goba's enhanced perception had registered it too.
