The jet’s descent into New York felt like a countdown ticking toward the edge of a blade.
From my window seat, the skyline loomed like a ghost—sharp, glinting, relentless. It didn’t matter that we had exposed half the board, or that I held the flash drive that could cripple Bell Enterprises from the inside out. Because power like that always comes at a price.
And right now, I wasn’t sure if the price was my soul… or Cassian’s.
He hadn’t spoken much since Zurich. He sat across from me, hunched over in his seat, his shirt stained faintly with blood, his gaze cast into the shadows beyond the glass. I knew the wound was worse than he admitted. I also knew he was terrified—and not of dying.
He was afraid of what we were about to do.
And I was too.
I fingered the edge of the flash drive ne
