Aria's POV
I went straight to Noah's office the next morning. The moment I stepped inside, I slammed the folder onto his desk. The sharp sound echoed through the room.
I stood across from him, every muscle in my body rigid, my fingers still pressed against the folder as though letting go would somehow weaken my resolve. I drew in a slow breath.
"I followed you last night."
His eyes flickered for the briefest second. Nothing else.
"I found the safehouse." My voice remained steady despite the storm raging inside me. "I saw the communication equipment."
His fingers slowly curled into fists.
"I photographed everything." I pulled out the reports and spread them across his desk. "Damon's technical team examined the equipment. They confirmed exactly what I was praying wasn't true."
He sta
