"Betrayal doesn't roar, have you ever noticed it?" Aria’s voice was barely louder than the wind blowing through the rooftop garden.
Leaning on the railing beside her, Jerry didn't answer right away.“No. It whispers, smiles, and signs its name like a friend.”
Aria exhaled slowly. “That blog post... it knew too much. Not just details. Intention.”
“You think it's someone personal.”
“I know it.”
“We’ve been focused on enemies outside the walls. Maybe we forgot to look at the ones inside.” she said while turning to face him, her hands holding the edge of the railing firmly.
Downstairs, Isabelle strode into the innovation wing with clipped heels and tighter lips. A list of ten names in her hand. People who had access to the IP address Philip flagged.
She handed the list to Elena, Aria’s
