Shadows of Desire
Elise sat near Lena, murmuring reassurance under her breath as Lena twisted the hem of her cardigan.
The monitors flickered. Data crawled across them in green and white.
Marco’s grin was sharp, satisfied. “They opened it.”
My breath caught. “Already?”
“They couldn’t resist,” he said. His fingers flew across the keyboard. “Tracing… yes. IP bounce through three layers—Newark, then Boston, then a London mask. But underneath…” He paused, eyes narrowing. “Got you.”
He tapped a key, and the name appeared on the screen like a curse: Adrian Merritt.
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