Layla’s POV
The plan was risky. Dangerous. But it was the only option we had left.
Damian and I had spent the entire night in his office, surrounded by files, laptops, coffee cups, and the steady hum of the city outside. Sleep had long since abandoned us. I sat on the floor with documents spread around me while Damian paced near the window, his jaw clenched, his mind spinning like a storm.
“We have to get this right,” he said, for the third time that hour.
“We will,” I replied, keeping my voice calm, though my heart was racing. “We know how they think. That’s our advantage.”
He stopped and looked at me, the dim light catching the worry in his eyes. “Isabel is cunning. She’ll smell a trap if we make even one wrong move.”
“And Alexander is a coward,” I added, meeting his gaze. “He talk
