Clara listened to the tape twice before hiding it in a password-protected folder on her computer.
Damien's voice, raw and unmitigated of its usual hold-back, was like something she had no right to hear—something she'd wandered into a room during a confession and wasn't sure if she was supposed to stay or leave.
He didn't perform in the tape.
He confessed.
Names. Dates. Details.
He led her through the startup of NovaReign, his father's plan to spread Project Echo under cover of a mental health program, and the day he found out she'd been flagged.
She was certain she believed the majority of it.
Not all of it.
Some of it still buzzed with an. incomplete feel. As if Damien was offering it to her in fragments but holding back the last puzzle piece.
It was still greater than she'd ever
