Leah
I exhaled through my nose. “You don’t fix a flood by building a higher dam. You find the source and plug it. Someone’s manufacturing this crap. Someone’s moving it across borders. Someone’s protecting the supply chain. You want to end Acodonna? Start there. Trace the shipments. Burn the labs. Cut the money. The rest will dry up on its own.”
Silence stretched for a long moment.
When I finally risked a glance at him, he was watching me with something close to wonder.
“What?” I asked, suddenly defensive.
He shook his head once, lips curving in that slow, devastating smile that always made my stomach flip.
“Nothing,” he said softly. “Just… you keep surprising me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t act like you’re meeting me for the first time.”
“I’m not,” he murmured. “I’m just seeing you.
