Neoma took a deep breath, the weight of the moment pressing heavy on her chest. She turned to Sol, her voice steady but edged with something raw. "Sol," she said, locking eyes with him. "He’s the one. The one who found me in Sindangan. The one who hunted me down when I sent you and Owel on those diversion missions."
The words sliced through the tension in the hallway like a blade.
Sol’s body went rigid. His mind reeled back to the moment he had found Neoma in Sindangan—her skin marred with bruises, exhaustion weighing her down, a ghost of herself after weeks on the run. And it was him.
Lucien.
Something inside him snapped.
Before anyone could react, Sol lunged forward, his fury giving him an explosive speed. He tackled him, driving him hard into the marble floor with enough force to r
