Mia’s heart was still racing as she stepped into the dimly lit hallway. Liam’s touch lingered on her skin, and the taste of his kiss haunted her lips. Dain’s voice echoed from the room ahead, low and sharp.
“You said it was handled.” Dain’s voice was taut with anger.
“I said it was under control,” Liam’s tone was calm, but the edge beneath it was unmistakable.
Mia stepped into the room. Dain’s gaze snapped toward her, his brow furrowing. He was tense, his fists curled at his sides. Liam stood across from him, arms crossed, his expression cold.
“We have a problem,” Dain repeated, his gaze cutting toward Liam. “Your people are compromised.”
Liam’s jaw flexed. “What are you talking about?”
Dain’s gaze sharpened. “Viktor knows we’re here.”
Mia’s breath hitched. “How?”
Dain’s eyes darke
