Marcus’s POVDaniel was already losing the moment he stepped into the room, even if he didn’t know it yet. I watched the way he carried himself—too careful, too controlled, like a man rehearsing innocence instead of living in it. People like him always forget that control is loud when you’re trained to see it. Ronan stood behind him near the window, silent but suffocating, while Adam leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching with that unsettling patience that made people unravel faster than any interrogation ever could.I didn’t greet Daniel or offer him comfort, because men in his position don’t deserve either. I simply slid the authorization log across the table and let it speak before I did. His fingers brushed the paper, and in that single second, his eyes betrayed him. It was quick, almost impressive, but not enough. Fear flickered, sharp and undeniable, before he buried it under whatever lie he had prepared.“Explain this.”He tried to sound calm, tried to sound like he be
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