Alex’s POV
The television studio felt like enemy ground—too bright, too open, too many strangers. Any of them could be working for Victoria. Any of them could leak our location.
Maya sat in the makeup chair while the artist covered the dark circles under her eyes. At eight months pregnant, she looked fragile but determined. Her hands rested protectively over her stomach, a habit she couldn’t stop.
“You don’t have to do this,” I said for the tenth time. “We can find another way.”
“There is no other way.” Her voice was calm, but fear showed in her eyes. “Victoria hides behind lies. The only weapon I have is the truth—told where everyone can see it.”
Agent Martinez approached, serious as always. “Security sweep is clear. No hidden devices. But once Maya goes on air, Victoria will know ex
