ANMELDENI nod, letting the tension crackle. “But you’re better at it.” He drops his gaze, only for a second. “Maybe. But not with you.” The moment holds, the air so dense it could shatter under its own weight. I let the wolf take the front seat, let her see if the evidence holds. She paces, circles, runs
Let them come for me, I think. Let them try. I let the clock tick down until the building is utterly dead, until the only proof of life is the pool of light at my desk and the relentless, arrhythmic snarl of rain against the windows. I think Lucas has left for good this time, that I can finally re
“You sabotage any of it?” I ask. My voice is two degrees colder than before. He nods. “When I could. I intercepted three wire transfers, rerouted them to an empty account and then reported it as a bank error. It cost them a month’s momentum.” He pushes another page forward—a receipt, a falsified no
The more he talks, the more the tension leaches from his shoulders, replaced by something closer to dread. He doesn’t expect forgiveness. He just wants to survive the confession. When he’s done, I stand there, arms folded, letting the information filter through every part of me. The wolf believes h
He flips the next page: emails, time-stamped, some blacked out, others so heavily redacted they look like ransom notes. But the threads are there—Olivia’s name, always cc’d, always the shadow in the margin. Every third message ends with a phrase that could be innocent, but never is. He lays out thr
The city is a bruise outside my window, every light smeared by rain, the skyscrapers reduced to dark teeth under a wet, sodium sky. It’s after midnight—of course it is—and the only things left alive in the building are the computers, the exit sign, and the animal pacing under my ribs. I have the of
The bathroom lights are a yellow blur, the harsh fluorescent brightness making me squint, making my skin crawl, making the change come harder and faster and more unbearably raw. I stumble to the mirror, the surface cool and shocking against my overheated palms. The reflection is an unsteady accusati
Lucas smiles, the expression almost teasing. “Sometimes it pays to take risks, Mara.” The use of my name is deliberate, intentional, and I feel my resistance falter, my defenses crumble. I don’t respond. I can’t respond. Not with words, not yet. I reach for a file, anything to keep the conversatio
Crystal shivers on the edges of the too-long silence between us. I search Derek’s face as we eat, my eyes skipping over his proud nose and chiseled jaw, noting every flicker of emotion that might tell me why this evening feels different. He smiles, but it’s an empty gesture that doesn’t reach his ey
I let them watch my lips on the crystal glass, as if that momentary union might yield some secret they can grasp at. The water is cool on my tongue, a contrast to the dry heat that thickens the room and everything in it. It carries the faint taste of minerals, the texture smooth and sliding, an in







