(Olivia’s POV)
The moonlight cast long shadows through Oliver's window as I carefully worked the lock. Three days of watching his movements had revealed a predictable pattern—he always spent the hour after midnight on the training grounds with Adrian. Their late-night "training sessions" had become suspiciously regular.
Sarah's voice crackled through our pack bond. "Guards changing shifts now. You have twenty minutes. Try not to gag when you go through his things."
"Not helpful," I muttered, though her disgust at Oliver's betrayal of Adrian's trust matched my own.
The lock clicked open under my fingers. Inside, Oliver's quarters were meticulously organized—too organized. Everything was placed just so, like he was expecting someone to search it. The air held traces of Adrian's scent mix
