The truce offer was a carefully crafted lie. Cambria knew it before Maddox even hung up the phone, his face as cold and unreadable as it had been when they first met. Blackwood had been playing this game for too long, and now, he was trying to manipulate them into making the first move into showing their cards.
But Cambria wasn't about to fall for it. Not now. Not when she had everything to lose.
She paced the room, her mind racing as she mulled over the offer. The words "peace" and "compromise" had never sounded so hollow coming from Blackwood. The man had no intention of peace. This was about control, about ensuring that no one, not even his own son, could ever challenge him.
"We can't trust him," Cambria said, her voice steely as she turned to Maddox. "This truce is just a setup. Blackwood wants us to drop our guard."
Maddox's jaw clenched as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. "I agree. But that doesn't mean we don't use it to our advantage."
