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Silent Betrayal

Author: Omah Browne
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-10 10:19:04

IVY’S POV

The study smelled of coffee and paper. Ivy sat hunched at the long oak table, her fingers tracing the rim of her mug in small motions. Across from her, Kai leaned forward with both elbows on the table, studying a map covered with red-ink notes. Asher was beside the window, the soft glow of the desk lamp drawing hard lines across his face as he scrolled through data on his laptop.

"Damien's people have been moving through the docks," Asher said finally, without looking up. "We think he's using the shipping routes to smuggle weapons. But there's no proof yet."

Kai's eyes stayed on the map. "We can't move on a hunch. We need solid intel. If we strike too soon we'll be walking into his trap."

Ivy looked from one man to the other. Their calm, clipped words carried an undercurrent of tension that made her chest tighten. "What if we're already in it?" she asked quietly.

Neither of them answered right away.

From the corner of her eye she saw the door open. The house manager, steppe
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