Edio Yenye Shavu

That made her smile faintly. “Or?” Luca tapped the file. “He’s offering an alliance.” Elira finally opened it. A photograph stared back at her—a young man, mid-twenties, composed, intelligent eyes. Not smiling. “His son,” Idris said quietly. “Adrian Kade.” Elira’s gaze sharpened. “And?” she prompted. Mateo hesitated. That was unusual. “He wants a marriage alliance.” The room went still. Elira’s voice was calm. “To whom?” Cassian didn’t soften it. “Kael.”