AMELIA
“Amelia.” I heard the worry in Ryden’s voice as he called me. He’d proven by the tension on my shoulders that I was not going to back down. I’d been in front of his laptop, working for hours. “You haven’t even touched your food.”
I barely glanced at the sandwich he put on the counter hours ago. “This can’t be. There must be something. How on earth there’s only one person, Rolden Banks, who has a record while the rest didn’t seem to exist?”
He began massaging my tensed muscles, and I yearned to his touch. It felt so good. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a spa. It was months ago with Ren, and it was a part of the job.
“You said it yourself. Special ops. Maybe they went rogue or something. The council has levels of access, doesn’t it”
I turned my head at him as I realized
