Damien’s voice dropped, low and precise. “Yes. His jealousy forced his hand—made him reveal his intentions, gave me the excuse to cut him off, sever ties with Orion completely, and finally confirm who the real puppet master was behind it all.”
Maya’s voice was cautious, almost hesitant. “What… what happens to Ethan now?”
Harper snapped, rolling her eyes. “Who cares?! He wants his cake, he can eat it too. He’s a jerk, Maya! Whatever happens to him… happens. He deserves it.”
Maya’s brows furrowed, a flicker of unease in her eyes. “I… I just…”
Damien’s eyes flicked to her, a flash of something sharp—jealousy, possessiveness—passing beneath his calm mask. A brief tightening of his jaw betrayed the storm beneath. “He’s… disposable,” he said, his voice a dangerous whisper, edged with steel a
