The study felt smaller with the four of us in it — Declan, his uncle, Luca standing sentinel by the door, and me seated at the edge of the long table, watching the man who’d helped raise Declan into the leader he’d become.“You think I’m the leak,” his uncle said, not a question, his voice steady in a way that could have meant innocence or decades of practice concealing guilt. I’d seen both kinds of calm too many times in my father’s world to tell the difference on instinct alone.“I think someone with access to flight logs, security rotations, and wedding planning fed information to Rinaldi,” Declan said. “I think that list is short. And I think you deserve the chance to explain yourself before I draw conclusions.”His uncle’s eyes flicked to me, something unreadable passing behind them. “And the girl. She’s part of this conversation now?”“She’s my wife,” Declan said, with a finality that settled something warm and unexpected in my chest despite the tension choking the room. “She’s
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