Whispers of the Moon

. The city was a place of both life and death, a place where danger lurked behind every corner, and even the slightest misstep could be fat

topped in front of a door, its wooden frame worn and battered, as if it had seen too many years of conflict. H

of tobacco and stale air, and the walls were lined with shelves filled with books, maps, and various objects Diana couldn't quite identify. It felt like a

osture was rigid, his shoulders squared, and the way he sat suggested a lifetime of discipli

ning around. His voice was low but

comfortable with. He gave her a silent gesture to sit at the table, which sh

wing as he studied her. "I am General Dietrich Falkenhayn. You've been br

s man was no ordinary soldier; his very presence commanded re

ough the weight of the situation was beginning to bear down on h

Max von Hoffsten is far deeper in this than you realize. You think you are looking for the man you love, but what you

rowing. "Then tell me where to fin

ger just about love. This is about survival. The von Hoffstens are caught in a struggle for power that reaches beyond the borders of Germa

lication. "And what do you want fr

nd because, despite your insistence, you are already a part of this. Whether you l

the reality of it-the overwhelming magnitude of the situation-was something she hadn't fully understood unti

m?" Diana asked, her vo

are being watched. The von Hoffstens have eyes everywhere. If they learn you're

eight of his words settled over her like

trying to steady her breath. She

or now. Lay low. We have contacts who can get you closer to Max. B

morning. A gathering of those who still have ties to the von Hoffstens. W

in her throat. She had come this far. S

through his steely eyes. "If Max is still alive, we will find him. But remember, Mi