Amelia's POV I didn't sleep.I lay in the dark and looked at the ceiling and let the full shape of it settle over me the way cold water settled, slowly and everywhere at once.Ethan Ward had never been after me.That was the thing I kept returning to. I had spent months believing I was the target. That the Aurora theft was about my work, my talent, the specific thing I had built that he had wanted badly enough to take. I had built an entire plan around that belief. Lia Hart, the evidence file, Diana's feature, the Harlow pitch. All of it constructed on the assumption that what Ethan had done to me was personal.It wasn't personal.I was a message.Aurora had been a demonstration to Alexander. Look what we can take. Look how close we can get. Look at the people around you, the ones you haven't met yet, the ones you will choose to trust, we can reach them before you do. We can damage them before they even know you exist.I was a warning delivered to a man who hadn't known yet that the
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