Chapter 117 The lost ally

"When I realized the truth about Agamemnon, it was too late," Rogan continued. "He had already set his plan in motion. I couldn't stop it, couldn't warn you without exposing myself. So I did the only thing I could think of - I became Shade." Mariama's mind reeled as the pieces fell into place. All this time, her mysterious ally had been the very man whose betrayal had started it all. The irony was almost too much to bear. "Every move against Agamemnon, every piece of intel... it was all to try and make things right," Rogan said, his voice growing weaker with each word. "To protect you, to save House Luxor. It was my penance." Tears welled up in Mariama's eyes, spilling over to run down her cheeks. "Oh, Rogan," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. Rogan's hand tightened around hers, his eyes locking onto her face with desperate intensity. "Mariama, please," he begged, "I know I have no right to ask this of you, but... can you ever forgive me?" The question hung in the air