Damien was not a man who liked loose ends. He had spent the last forty-eight hours turning over every rock Reyes could find, chasing shadows, and piecing together the alliance between Lila and Alex. The proof was damning. Timestamps, burner accounts, meeting locations. They had planned the photos, the timing, even the library incident like a carefully orchestrated play. But something still felt off. Alex had been cut loose too cleanly. Lila didn’t strike him as the type to burn a useful tool without having another one lined up.He needed answers. Direct ones.So he went to the source.Alex Thorne’s apartment was in a sleek high-rise not far from campus, the kind of place that screamed “trying too hard to look successful.” Damien didn’t bother with pleasantries. He had security bypass the doorman and rode the elevator up alone, jaw tight, hands clenched at his sides. When Alex opened the door, the surprise on his face lasted only a second before shifting into that smug, calculated smir
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