They returned to the penthouse in silence.
Logan slumped onto the leather couch, yanking off his blazer like it had suffocated him. The tie came next, flung somewhere across the floor. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, head down. No words.
Aurora watched him from the threshold of the living room, her body tense, her thoughts locked in quiet calculation.
She had removed Cassie.
But that was just a bandage over a bleeding artery.
The deeper wound—the connection between Logan's past and Kieran's war—still festered beneath every moment they shared. And now that Cassie's betrayal had confirmed it, Aurora knew Kieran would move faster. Bolder. More vicious.
Logan finally broke the silence. "She was one of them, wasn't she?"
Aurora walked in, slow and deliberate. "Cassie was feeding Kieran real-time intel. Every location, every schedule. She was a leak dressed in lip gloss and company ID."
He cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair.
