For a long moment, I said nothing.Ash stood in the doorway, holding that photo like it was a loaded weapon. My helmet, my racing gear, the blurred background of the tunnel, it was a still from one of the underground races. Grainy, but clear enough.Clear enough to ruin me.I took a slow step forward, fists clenched. “Where did you get that?”He didn’t move. “It was left in my locker. No note. No scent.”“They want you to know,” I muttered.He nodded. “And they want me to bring you in.”I swallowed hard, keeping my voice even. “So why haven’t you?”Ash stared at me, expression unreadable. “Because I don’t want to.”The silence that followed felt like a scream waiting to be let out.Juno stayed frozen behind me, her tools abandoned on the table, eyes wide. She was listening, always listening. She knew better than to interrupt now.“Say something,” Ash finally said.“I don’t owe you anything.”His jaw tensed. “You’re right. You don’t. But I need to understand.”I folded my arms tightly,
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