REINE
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Neva and Ryke asked to speak with her alone, which was, in itself, enough to tell Reine something was wrong before either of them said a word — this compound didn't do private summons for small things.
She sat at the round table across from them, Mitch present too, his laptop closed for once, the specific closed-laptop gesture that meant whatever he had to say mattered more than any documentation could soften.
"What is it," she said.
Neva looked at Mitch.
Mitch looked at Reine directly, the way he delivered every hard truth — clean, without cushioning, because he'd learned that cushioning bad news usually made it worse rather than better.
"There's been a leak," he said. "Information about the compound, about the investigation into the recruitment structure, reaching a cha
