Before love Lies
“That was the plan. Clean. Quiet. But you lived.”
He spat blood onto the floor.
“And because you lived,” he went on, “she lived instead. The traitor among you.”
My stomach twisted. “Who?” I demanded.
He smiled—slow, cruel, satisfied.
“Do you even know her real name?” he asked. “Joanna Weasley. Nice, clean alias. But Sophia Lee?” He laughed again, short and sharp. “Never was. Never will be.”
The words hit harder than any punch.
“She’s more than just NSA,” he continued. “Much more. That was the cover. Always was.”