Harry’s POV
Dominic gave me the green light to go. He placed the fake treasure box into my hands, looked me dead in the eye, and said, “Alright, Harry. Go ahead now to Lydia’s place. Play your part. Be careful. If they notice anything is off, we lose our only way in.”
I nodded, tightened my grip on the box, and headed out. I was fully focused, ready to face Lydia and Marcus again, ready to watch them fall deeper into my trap.
But the moment I stepped outside, I stopped cold.
Someone was standing in front of the estate gate.
Tall. Lean. Familiar face.
Jason.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, stepping forward with slow, cautious steps.
He turned, his face twisting into that same annoying smirk I remembered from the rogue camp.
“I should be asking you that, traitor,” he sp
