Elena's POV
The sun pushed higher beyond the darkened shades, turning the penthouse into a cave of artificial light. Leo was still asleep in the guest room, his breathing steady under the heavy blanket. I stood in the doorway for a long moment, watching the rise and fall of his small chest, before forcing myself back to the kitchen island.
Adrian and Mia hunched over laptops and phones, voices low. Coffee cups sat half-empty, rings staining the marble. Mia's contact—the former cyber crimes guy—was already digging on a video call, his face grainy on the screen.
"Give me thirty minutes," he said. "I'll have her recent IP trails and burner accounts."
Adrian nodded, his jaw tight. His hand brushed mine when I sat down, a quick squeeze that lingered. "We hit her where it hurts. Public expos
