Lucian
We sped toward headquarters, Mara’s worried face still etched in my mind. I knew she deserved answers—I owed her clarity—but time wasn’t a luxury I had anymore. The day had already gone to hell. First Martha’s suicide attempt. Now this betrayal from within.
I gripped the wheel tighter.
Military support pulling out overnight? That wasn’t a mistake. That was strategy. And someone was orchestrating it with precision.
“We know Chase is behind this,” Darian said, his tone flat, like the truth was already carved in stone. He stared out the window, jaw clenched. “But how the hell did he pull it off?”
“Denis is still working through it,” I said, swerving hard into a left turn. “He’s going line by line through the access logs.”
Darian turned to me. “Do you think Father might be right?
