The morning came with a bitter chill, the kind that settled into your bones and whispered that something was about to break.
Calla stood by the window, watching the street below through half-drawn blinds. The world outside seemed oblivious to the storm brewing beneath its surface—pedestrians going about their routines, cars crawling through traffic, the city humming with life.
But in the apartment, everything was on edge.
Cassian moved like a shadow behind her, silent but alert, fingers flying across the keyboard as he scanned the access logs from the flash drive.
“We’ve been compromised,” he muttered, voice clipped.
Calla turned to him, the tension in her chest coiling tighter. “You found the leak?”
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he pulled up a file, enlarging the access dat
