Roman’s jaw worked silently as he stared at us, the humiliation burning red across his cheekbones before a sharp, ugly grin cut across his face.
"You think you're so damn clever, don't you?" Roman sneered, leaning back and lacing his fingers together over his stomach. "Isaac put out a hit on a ghost named Kira—top-tier tactical lead, lethal, precise. When I saw the file, I recognized that pretty face instantly. I put two and two together, realized Kendra was Kira, and figured I'd drop by to see why you put a spy on me."
Drakon didn't flinch. He leaned back in his leather chair, completely unfazed, his broad chest rising in a slow, steady breath as my hand rested over his shoulder.
"What Kira said is true," Drakon said smoothly, his deep voice carrying absolute authority. "I put her in y
