“Onto Damien,” she said, then glanced sideways, “and Ashcroft.”
Damien’s jaw tightened. “You’re saying he thinks we orchestrated it.”
“I’m saying,” Harper corrected evenly, “he’s convinced you did.”
Silence pressed in, dense and unyielding.
Damien’s gaze cut to Nicholas. For a brief second, the air between them turned lethal—shared understanding, unspoken confirmation. Nicholas’ hand clenched slowly under the table.
“And the good news?” Dahlia asked quietly.
Harper’s eyes flicked away for half a second.
She tapped a key.
Two photos appeared on the screen.
Two men.
Maya inhaled sharply, eyes narrowing as she studied the images. The men weren’t familiar—not exactly—but the lines of their faces tugged at something in her memory. Close enough to unsettle. Close enough to matter.
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