Reina’s POVOfficer Rodney hadn’t moved.His hand was still on the edge of the interrogation table, knuckles white against the wood. His smile was gone. The smirk. The mockery. Everything he wore like a mask.Gone.He just stared at me.“You were supposed to report every 72 hours,” he said slowly. “Where the hell have you been? Why haven’t you been replying to my messages?”And that—that—was the moment the world tipped sideways.My breath hitched. My blood turned to ice.I took a shaky step back from the table, my mind reeling. “Officer Rodney… I—”“Did you forget that you’re a spy? Why did you stop reporting?” he interrupted, voice clipped. “Because of your stupidity, I started getting calls from the higher ups, asking when we are raiding Morelli’s circle. What the fuck have you been doing?”My throat tightened.Spy.God. It sounded so hollow now. Like I wasn’t even a person—just a tool in a case file. A disposable chess piece on his board.He ran a hand through his hair and started
Reina’s POV“Reina, are you okay? Where have you been? You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”Roman took one step forward. I took one back.It felt instinctual—my body recognizing something my mind hadn’t caught up to yet. The way his smile didn’t reach his eyes. The way his voice sounded off, like he was playing a role that no longer fit him.“Um… my uncle. I’ve been at my uncle’s place,” I said, voice light, fake, desperate to keep things casual. “Speaking of which, he’s expecting me anytime soon, so I should really—”“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”His voice dropped. Cold. Ferocious. The sudden switch felt like the floor dropped from under me.What?That wasn’t Roman. Not the one who used to hold my hand like it meant something. Not the Roman who whispered stupid jokes to make me laugh when everything was falling apart.“Did you block me, Reina?” he asked, rubbing his jaw where a shadow of stubble darkened his skin.“What? No. I didn’t—”“Then how come I haven’t be
Reina’s POVThe drive was quiet.Not the awkward kind of quiet, like when two people realize their date was a mistake.No. This was… deliciously empty.Like no one expected me to talk. No one expected anything at all. Just space. Just breathing room.Which was good because I wasn’t sure what I would’ve said to them anyway.Hey, how was your day? Mine involved nearly getting murdered in my underwear by a sociopath with a god complex. Or maybe: Wow, thanks for saving me while I was barely dressed and screaming like a banshee. I swear I usually wear pants.Jesus.And these guys? They weren’t exactly the chatty kind. The guy sitting directly across from me hadn’t blinked since he got in. I was ninety percent sure his stare could cut through bone. And the one beside him—he looked like he collected people’s fingers in a jar for fun.I was tucked into the corner like a kicked puppy, my ribs screaming, my body aching like it had been flattened by a semi, then flung off a mountain for good mea
The air was thick with tension—like a bullet waiting in the chamber.It was the day of the so-called trap. The day Elias was meant to bleed. The compound thrummed with quiet, contained chaos, soldiers in sharp suits whispering orders into earpieces, guns checked and rechecked, vans prepped like coffins on wheels.And at the eye of the storm, Cassian Morelli sat like a god on his throne—his wheelchair.He didn’t speak.He didn’t need to.It's time to go chase an illusion.Lucas and Ethan flanked him, a pair of loyal shadows in tailored black, standing like sentinels at either side of their king. But Cassian’s eyes weren’t on them. His gaze was locked on the two men dragging a figure across the courtyard. The alleged Jonah—though nothing about the man screamed conviction.They tossed him to his knees before Cassian like an offering.Marco.Cassian’s eyes locked with his, and there it was—a flicker. A faint tremor in those steel-blue eyes. Not defiance. Not hatred.Fear.Cassian’s jaw tw
CASSIAN’S POV“What the hell are you talking about?” Lucas asked.I didn’t answer right away. I pushed off the edge of my desk and slowly wheeled to the window, the rain now a violent sheet slicing down the glass, the world outside smeared and gray.Thunder cracked overhead like the sky was splitting open.Lucas’s footsteps were steady behind me, his voice low but hard. “Boss, you said Jonah was lying. You need to help me understand what's going on.”“Jonah thinks I’m stupid,” I said, my voice quiet.Lucas blinked. “Come again?”“He thinks I’m blinded by anger. That I’m reckless. That I’d grab the first thread he dangled and unravel the whole thing myself.”Lucas moved to stand beside me, watching the storm with me like it held answers. “Boss…”“Can’t you see it?” I said, eyes fixed on the window. “It’s too clean. Too convenient. Jonah just walks in, offers me a way to gut Elias from the inside? Gives me a midnight meeting, a location no one’s supposed to know exists, a fucking escap
CHAPTER 178CASSIAN’S POV"How?" I asked again, quieter this time, but no less deadly.Jonah's gaze didn’t waver."You said you wanted to gut him. Brick by brick, skull by skull. I can give you the foundation. I know where he sleeps, where he meets, where he bleeds. But he won't come out in the open—not unless he's lured."I leaned back in my chair, cold fire burning in my veins. "You think he's stupid enough to walk into a trap?""No," Jonah admitted. "But he's arrogant enough to think he can outsmart yours."Lucas scoffed, arms crossed tight across his chest. "And what? You think you can convince him to meet you for tea?""He still trusts me," Jonah said. "Not fully. Not the way he used to. But enough. Enough to pull him in. You want Reina back? You want to end this war before it turns into a goddamn bloodbath on both sides? Then let me do what I was raised to do. Lie. Deceive. Survive."I stared at him, trying to see past the calm, the poise, the rehearsed stillness. He looked like