Maya blinked, letting each word settle, each strategy imprint itself in her mind. Danger thrummed in the air, but it no longer paralyzed her. Instead, a sharp focus anchored her—she belonged here, in this fight, by his side.
Damien’s hand slipped from her cheek as he leaned back, eyes dark and calculating. “That trip triggered something—it caught his attention. We knew it was risky, but it had to be done.”
“We expected him to make a move, and we were prepared—but not this fast. Orion’s involvement, Miller showing up—it wasn’t a coincidence. That was the first sign something was off.”
Maya’s brow furrowed, her pulse quickening.
“Sienna was right. The campaign was meant for Altair—Orion was never even in the picture. We had no business with them. But they forced their way in, manipulated
