The penthouse was still humming when Isla got back.
Security buzzed low in the walls, lines of motion sensors blinking green, Gabriel’s voice murmuring updates through the comms, and Damien’s shadow moving like wind through the wide glass halls.
As soon as she walked through the elevator, Gabriel turned from where he was stationed in the corridor, eyebrows drawn.
“Everything alright?” he asked.
She nodded once. “I just needed air.”
A lie, smooth and practiced.
Gabriel didn’t push. He stared at her for a moment too long, then turned and nodded slightly, and walked away. But she sensed it, his suspicion roiling just beneath the surface. He could smell it like a wolf smelling blood before the first drop hit the ground.
Damien was in the war room.
The screen behind him flashed with inv
