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41: Traced and Teased

Author: A.H. Hassan
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-08 23:26:20

Vorian’s POV

I gaze at my phone, and Silas’s recent message shines bright on the screen.

The image displays a laptop screen with the IP address marked in bold red.

It has been traced and nailed down right inside the company.

The IP trace is internal, meaning someone is close.

I display the screen to Zephyr, who tilts in near.

His towel hangs loose on his waist, and water still drips from his hair, dropping little beads on the tiles.

“So where did they trace it to?” he says in a soft, wondering tone while peering at the screen to get a clearer view.

“Silas did not add that detail,” I say.

“It must be something big if he is holding back. He knows better than to send sensitive information via text... too much security risk.”

Zephyr nods slowly, processing the information.

“That is smart,” he says. “If it is internal, anyone could intercept it. Let us go now?”

“Now,” I agree, pocketing the phone. “We need to dress.”

He grins, a playful spark in his eyes.

We start dressing, but it
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