I didn’t realize how much I had been holding my breath until Sophie’s words settled into my chest. Someone’s been feeding him information. We’ve got a mole.
The weight of that statement hung in the air, suffocating any peace I’d managed to find. A mole. Someone on the inside, working against us. I felt the familiar cold clutch of betrayal settle over me, creeping into the spaces between my ribs. Betrayal always tasted the same—bitter, poisonous—but this? This was different. This was a threat I hadn’t seen coming.
“Leila,” Sophie’s voice crackled through the phone, dragging me back to the moment. “We need to find out who it is. If we don’t, Robert will have everything we’ve worked for before we can even react.”
I swallowed, pushing past the rush of panic that rose in my throat. “Do you have any leads? Any idea who could be involved?”
There was a pause on the other end of the line, a brief hesitation that spoke volumes. “Not yet,” Sophie replied, the frustration in her voice palpable. “
