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Eve’s POV The legal meeting was more contentious. The Cresswell partnership agreement had been in negotiation for weeks, and there were three clauses that the lawyers could not agree on. Intellectual property rights. Liability allocations. Exit provisions in the event of a future separation. The Cresswell attorneys were pushing for terms that favored their client. My attorneys were pushing back. I listened to both sides, asked questions, and then made decisions that were fair but firm."The IP clause stays as written. Joint ownership of any innovations developed through the partnership. The liability allocation needs to be restructured. I want equal exposure for both parties, not a disproportionate burden on Lovelace. And the exit provision should include a two-year notice period with graduated financial penalties for early withdrawal. If Cresswell wants to walk away, they can, but they will pay for the disruption."The Cresswell attorneys grumbled, but they agreed to take my propose

Devin's POV The porcelain doll stared at me from the coffee table with its glass eyes and its tiny christening gown, and I made a decision that had been building in my chest for weeks, ever since the first threat arrived in a plain white envelope with no return address. "Burn it," I said. Eve looked up from the couch where she had been sitting in silence for the past twenty minutes. Her hand rested on the curve of her belly, a gesture so automatic now that I doubted she even noticed she was doing it. "What did you say?" "The doll, the locket, the rattle, all of it. I want them destroyed. Every heirloom they have defiled, every object they have twisted into a weapon against you and our sons, I am done letting them use your mother's memory against you as ammunition." She stood slowly, her palm pressed to the small of her back where the weight of the twins was beginning to strain her muscles in ways the doctor had warned us about. Her expression was unreadable, but I knew her well

Eve's POV The device Kessler had surrendered sat on the dining table like a bomb waiting to explode. Mark had already copied its contents onto a secure server, and Solomon's people were working through the list of operatives with methodical precision, tracking each name to a location and coordinating with local authorities to make arrests before anyone could act. But the device itself remained on the table, its small black casing gleaming under the overhead lights, a reminder of how close we had come to losing everything. I could not stop staring at it. "The hospital," I said for the third time since we had reviewed the files. "They had schematics of the hospital. Floor plans. Staff schedules. They knew exactly where the obstetrics wing was located and how many nurses would be on duty during the night shift." Devin was sitting across from me, his laptop open in front of him. He had been on the phone with Solomon twice in the past hour, tracking the progress of the arrests. "We hav

Devin's POV Harrington Cresswell had not set foot in Solomon's facility before that morning, but he walked through its concrete corridors with the calm authority of a man who had spent his life navigating places where power was the only currency that mattered. His silver hair was freshly combed, his suit was immaculately pressed, and his eyes were cold and sharp as winter steel. He had aged ten years since the board meeting where Alden's schemes had been exposed, but watching him now, I saw glimpses of the grandfather I remembered from my childhood. The man who had built an empire from nothing. The man who had never lost a negotiation. "Kessler is in the interrogation room," Solomon said, falling into step beside us. "He has been cooperative but evasive. Every answer leads to another question. Every question leads to another layer of deflection. He is very good at this." "He has been trained to resist interrogation," Harrington said. "Standard intelligence protocols. He will give y

Eve's POVThe name hung in the air like a verdict I had already heard in my nightmares.Priya Sharma.I stared at Mark's face on the video call, waiting for him to tell me it was a mistake, that the list had been corrupted, that someone else's name had been transposed onto the file. But Mark's expression was grim and steady, and he was not a man who made mistakes about things like this. He had verified the information three times before bringing it to us."The conditioning protocol Croft used was sophisticated," Mark continued, his voice carefully neutral in the way it always was when he delivered bad news. "Subjects were exposed to hypnotic suggestion over a period of months, sometimes years. The trigger phrase was embedded so deeply in their subconscious that they would not remember the conditioning ever took place. Priya may have no idea she is a sleeper agent. She may genuinely believe she is loyal to you.""Or she may be playing a role so convincing that even she has forgotten it