I read Naomi's message three times before the meaning of it fully settled, cold and sick, somewhere low in my stomach.Aiden, I need to tell you something about your father's real target for tomorrow night, and I don't think it's actually Elena at all.Then who, I typed back, my hands unsteady against the screen.The response came fast this time, like she'd been waiting, dreading, ready the second I asked.Me. Elena's just the bait. Your father knows I've been in contact with her. He's betting that if he corners her somewhere quiet, isolated, without protection, I'll break cover to protect her myself. He doesn't need Elena's cooperation for anything anymore, Aiden. He just needs me to walk into the open.I stared at the screen, my chest tightening with a fear that had nothing to do with strategy and everything to do with how close I'd already come to handing him exactly what he wanted.If I hadn't lied about the shift time, I typed, he'd have had her there tomorrow night. Alone. As ba
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