Penelope POV
"Post it."
I do not look up from my screen as Eliora drops the secure data tablet onto the polished surface of my desk. The glass hits the mahogany with a sharp, heavy click.
"Penelope, look at the metrics first," Eliora says. She leans over the desk, her palms flat against the wood. Her breathing is too fast, her fingers twitching with adrenaline. "This has everything on Khalani. Embezzlement from the Blue-Claw Pack funds. Three separate affairs. It is more than enough to destroy his standing permanently. What do you want to do with it?"
I do not touch the tablet.
Inside my chest, Aria claws at my ribcage, her phantom throat releasing a low, vibrating snarl that tastes like copper. She wants blood. She wants to see Khalani dragged through the mud until he suffocates.
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