The strategy room still smelled faintly of ink and warm wax.

  Maps covered the long table, their corners pinned beneath small brass weights. Trade routes snaked across parchment while several nearby cities had been circled in careful strokes of charcoal.

  Brad leaned over the table, arms crossed. “So this is the grand infiltration plan.”

  Cade stood opposite him, fingers resting lightly against the map until they found the circle drawn around a distant city.

  “One hundred miles,” Cade said. “Major trade artery. Caravans from three provinces pass through it every week.”

  Brad studied the map. “And the casino?”

  “The largest establishment in the city,” Cade said.

  Brad raised an eyebrow. “Naturally.”

  The name written beside the circle read Aurelion.

  Brad tapped the map. “And the rumor?”

  Cade replied instantly. “That certain figures from Krail’s former command structure have been seen there.”

  Brad straightened slightly. “Casually?”

  Cade shook his head. “Nothing about it is casual.”

  Cade folded the map closed and stepped away from the table. “But we’re not leaving as rulers.”

  Brad glanced at him. “You say that like you’ve done this before.”

  Cade didn’t answer. Instead he reached for a coat draped over a nearby chair.

  Brad blinked.

  It was a suit.

  Not armor.

  Not a cloak.

  A sharply cut three-piece coat of dark charcoal with a waistcoat and a silver chain across the vest.

  Brad pushed himself upright. “You’re serious.”

  Cade slipped the jacket on and adjusted the cuffs. “Very.”

  Without the long cloak he normally wore, the change was immediate. The silhouette alone made him look like someone else.

  Brad walked around him slowly. “Well.”

  Cade tilted his head slightly. “Well?”

  Brad relaxed. “You look like a merchant.”

  Cade paused. “That may be the worst insult anyone has ever received.”

  Brad snorted.

  On the table beside the coat sat a small leather case and a travel bag.

  Cade picked them up.

  “Luggage?” Brad asked.

  Cade nodded. “We are investors.”

  Brad frowned. “Investors carry luggage?”

  Cade shook his head. “Investors carry money.”

  Brad nodded slowly. “Fair.”

  They left the strategy room a moment later and stepped into the evening air.

  The city was alive with movement. Lanterns flickered along the main roads while merchants finished closing their stalls.

  As always, people noticed Cade.

  A soldier straightened as they passed.

  A baker paused mid-conversation and nodded respectfully.

  Brad sighed. “You realize that’s going to be a problem.”

  “Yes,” Cade replied.

  Cade continued walking calmly through the street.

  The suit helped a little.

  Without the cloak and armor, he looked less like a war leader and more like a wealthy traveler.

  But people still recognized him.

  Old habits were difficult to hide.

  Brad glanced sideways. “So the disguise happens later.”

  Cade nodded. “Yes.”

  They reached the outer road where a plain carriage waited.

  No insignias.

  No guards.

  Just two horses and a driver who wisely avoided staring.

  Brad climbed in first.

  Cade followed.

  The carriage door shut with a dull thud and moments later the wheels began rolling down the road away from Violet.

  For a while neither of them spoke.

  The city slowly faded behind them as lantern lights disappeared one by one.

  Hours passed.

  Fields turned to open countryside. The road stretched long and quiet beneath the night sky.

  Eventually Cade shifted slightly in his seat. “We’re far enough now.”

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  Brad looked up. “For what?”

  Cade raised one hand.

  A faint ripple of mana moved through the air.

  Brad watched as the strands of Cade’s hair slowly changed color.

  White faded.

  Deep violet replaced it.

  Not the pale silver-white he normally had.

  A rich, dark purple.

  Brad blinked. “…That’s unsettling.”

  Cade ran his fingers lightly through the strands, ensuring the mana held. “Color is memory. People remember colors.”

  Brad leaned forward slightly. “So now you’re just a random blind man with purple hair.”

  “Yes,” Cade said instantly.

  Brad nodded slowly. “That’s somehow worse.”

  The carriage rolled onward.

  Another hour passed before the glow of distant lights appeared on the horizon.

  Cade tilted his head slightly. “We’re getting close.”

  Brad leaned toward the window.

  The lights of a large trade city spread across the valley ahead of them.

  Aurelion.

  And above the rooftops, towering like a golden crown—

  The casino.

  Brad leaned back again. “Almost there.”

  Cade reached up slowly toward the blindfold.

  Brad frowned. “What are you doing?”

  Cade untied the cloth.

  Brad froze.

  In all the time he had known Cade, he had never seen him without it.

  The skin beneath was pale.

  A jagged dark scar ran across his face where his eyes should have been.

  Cade reached into the leather case beside him and opened it.

  Inside rested two small glass spheres.

  Brad stared. “…Are those—”

  Cade paused, his real eyes a mere fragment of what they were five years prior. “Eyes. At least imitations.”

  Cade lifted one carefully and pressed it gently into place.

  For a moment the carriage was completely silent.

  Then the other.

  The transformation was immediate.

  Even with the scar across his face he was unrecognizable.

  The eyes were not natural.

  Polished glass with faint gray irises that reflected the lanternlight strangely.

  But at a glance—they looked real.

  Brad leaned closer. “That is deeply unsettling.”

  Cade reached into the case again and removed a small tin.

  Inside was a faintly tinted powder.

  He brushed it carefully across the upper portion of his face.

  Mana followed the motion, smoothing the skin slightly until the scar faded beneath the surface.

  When he finished, Cade closed the case.

  Brad sat back slowly. “I would not recognize you.”

  Cade turned his face toward Brad. “Good.”

  Brad shook his head. “You’re terrifying.”

  The carriage crested the final hill a few minutes later.

  Below them, Aurelion glittered with lanterns and torchlight.

  Music drifted faintly through the night air.

  And rising above the city streets stood a towering palace of gold trim and glass windows.

  The casino.

  Brad stared down at it. “Well,” he said quietly. “That’s subtle.”

  Cade remained still. “No,” he said calmly. “It really isn’t.”

  The doors of the casino opened to a flood of light and noise.

  Dice rattled across polished wood tables. Chips clinked together in steady rhythms. Somewhere deeper in the building a piano struggled to be heard over the murmur of a hundred conversations.

  Brad stepped through the entrance and slowed.

  The floor inside was polished marble, reflecting warm lanternlight from enormous chandeliers overhead. Gold trim wrapped around the pillars while velvet curtains framed the walls.

  Everywhere he looked there were tables.

  Card games. Dice games. Spinning wheels surrounded by clusters of gamblers leaning forward with tense excitement.

  Brad leaned slightly toward Cade. “You could fund a war with what they spent decorating this place.”

  Cade walked forward calmly. “Which is exactly why people trust it.”

  Two guards stood just beyond the entrance.

  Their eyes moved over Brad first.

  Then Cade.

  Brad watched carefully.

  Cade’s glass irises shifted slowly across the room, tracking the movement of gamblers passing by.

  The motion looked completely natural.

  Like a man casually taking in the atmosphere.

  The guards glanced at him once more, then stepped aside.

  Brad followed Cade deeper into the casino floor.

  After a few steps he leaned closer. “…Your eyes.”

  Cade tilted his head slightly. “Yes?”

  “They’re moving,” Brad said bluntly.

  Cade didn’t break stride. “Correct.”

  Brad lowered his voice. “You’re controlling them.”

  A faint ripple of mana moved through the air around Cade’s face.

  The glass irises shifted again, appearing to follow a passing group of merchants.

  “People trust what they think they see,” Cade said quietly.

  Brad shook his head slowly.

  “So to everyone else…” Cade started.

  “I am simply looking around the room,” he finished.

  Brad glanced back toward the entrance.

  The guards had already forgotten them.

  He looked forward again. “That is deeply unsettling.”

  Cade’s mouth twitched faintly. “That is the intention.”

  They moved further into the casino floor.

  Servants passed through the crowd carrying trays of wine and amber liquor. Laughter rose and fell in waves while dealers shuffled cards with mechanical precision.

  Cade slowed slightly. “Remember the rules.”

  Brad exhaled. “Watch hands.”

  Cade nodded.

  Brad continued. “Follow money.”

  Cade nodded again.

  “And let people underestimate you.”

  Cade gestured lightly toward a nearby table.

  They sat down.

  It was a smaller game, nothing important. Three merchants occupied the table already, their conversation drifting lazily between trade routes and recent profits.

  The dealer shuffled the deck.

  Brad remained standing just behind Cade’s chair.

  Two cards slid across the felt toward Cade.

  Cade lifted them briefly.

  But instead of raising them to eye level, his thumb brushed lightly across the corners before he set them back down.

  Brad noticed.

  Cade hadn’t even looked.

  The first round of betting began.

  Brad leaned slightly forward. “The one across from you. Gray coat.”

  Cade waited.

  Brad exhaled softly. “He’s pretending to be relaxed.”

  The merchant pushed a stack of chips forward confidently.

  Brad frowned.

  Cade matched the bet without hesitation.

  “That confidence is fake,” Brad murmured.

  A moment later the merchant folded.

  Brad leaned closer. “You didn’t even check your cards.”

  Cade’s voice stayed calm. “Why would I?”

  Brad blinked. “You’re gambling.”

  “No,” Cade said quietly. “I’m observing.”

  Another hand began.

  Brad scanned the table carefully now.

  He could see the tension in the players’ shoulders. The small movements of their hands. The way their eyes flickered toward their chips.

  He leaned down again. “Two seats left.”

  Cade waited.

  “He’s nervous.”

  The man raised the bet.

  Cade folded instantly.

  Brad smiled faintly. “You felt that.”

  Cade remained still. “Of course.”

  Another round began.

  This time Brad noticed something different.

  A merchant on the far side of the table held a strong hand.

  Brad could see it in the way the man leaned forward, breathing slowly with quiet confidence.

  Brad had an idea.

  He leaned down beside Cade and whispered. “Fold.”

  But he deliberately projected the opposite feeling.

  Confidence.

  Absolute certainty.

  Cade raised the bet.

  The table fell quiet.

  The merchant hesitated.

  Then slowly folded.

  Brad blinked. “That shouldn’t have worked.”

  Cade gathered the chips calmly. “You bluffed the table.”

  Brad shook his head. “No.” He gestured slightly toward Cade. “You did.”

  Cade leaned back in his chair. “No,” he said calmly. “That was all you.”

  Brad stared at him.

  Then slowly began to understand.

  They played several more hands.

  But Brad was no longer watching the cards.

  He was watching the room.

  Confidence. Fear. Desperation.

  Every gambler carried it like a visible weight.

  Brad leaned slightly toward Cade. “This entire floor is talking.”

  Cade nodded once. “I know.”

  Brad scanned the tables again. “And none of them are using words.”

  Cade stood.

  A dealer in a deep crimson jacket had approached their table.

  The man leaned slightly toward Cade. “Sir, the high stakes floor is now open.”

  Brad frowned.

  Cade gathered his chips calmly and stood.

  Brad followed immediately. “I thought we were here to watch.”

  “We were,” Cade said, adjusting the cuffs of his suit.

  They walked across the casino floor toward a staircase at the far end of the room.

  Two guards stood beside it.

  Beyond them the lighting grew dimmer, the noise quieter.

  Brad glanced back across the tables. All those gamblers. All those silent signals. “How bad is this?” he asked quietly.

  “We’re about to find out,” Cade replied.

  They reached the staircase.

  The guards stepped aside.

  Above them hung a polished black sign.

  HIGH STAKES FLOOR

  Cade began climbing.

  Brad followed.

  And the noise of the casino faded behind them.

  They reached the top of the staircase.

  A pair of heavy doors stood slightly open, warm lamplight spilling through the gap.

  One of the guards pushed them wider.

  Cade stepped through first.

  Brad followed.

  Before he could even take in the room, a voice spoke from somewhere ahead.

  “Ah,” the man said. “You’re finally here.”

  Brad froze.

  He glanced sideways at Cade.

  Cade, however, didn’t stop walking.

  He only smiled faintly.