Nicholas stiffened. “What do you mean they’re on their way here?”
Harper rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t get stuck. “Duh. Exactly what I said. Context clues, Ashcroft. Try them.”
“You—”
“Whatever,” she cut in, waving him off like an inconvenience. Her tone shifted, sharper now. “Volkov has eyes everywhere—especially on both of you.”
Her gaze flicked briefly to Damien, then snapped back to Nicholas.
“That’s why they’re already en route,” she continued. “And they’re bringing four masks.”
Max, Nicholas’s head of security, straightened and stepped forward. “Four?”
Harper nodded once. “Yep.” She tapped again, and the display shifted—schematics layering over the images. “I made masks for them too. Hudson and Cruz will wear yours.”
A beat.
“And you two?” She pointed
