Even bonds of blood can be questioned in the heat of strategy.
Caleb's security sweep revealed three surveillance devices. Small. Professional grade. Planted recently. Possibly during the infiltration. Possibly earlier.
Either way. Everything we'd discussed in my quarters had been monitored. Everything we'd planned. Every strategic conversation. All of it recorded and transmitted.
"How long have these been active?" I asked.
Caleb checked the devices. "Hard to say definitively. But based on battery levels and data capacity, at least forty-eight hours. Maybe longer."
Forty-eight hours. Two full days of conversations. Strategic planning. Alliance discussions. Bond vulnerabilities.
Through the bond, I felt Darius's rage. Cold. Controlled. The kind that came from tactical violation rather than personal insult.
"Two days," he said quietly. "They've been listening for two days."
