Jade's POV
Working with Simon again was a bad idea.
Not because he wasn’t capable: he was terrifyingly good at this kind of thing. Pattern analysis. Report tracking. Quiet truths buried in louder ones. If anyone could sniff out where Arthur’s wolves had slid past our lines, it was Simon.
No, the problem wasn’t his brain.
It was everything else.
His presence.
His silence.
The fact that ever since that kiss,that kiss,we hadn’t spoken a single word outside of patrol reports and war room logistics. Not one.
He’d gone right back to calm, collected, emotionally fortified Simon.
And me?
I’d gone back to pretending I wasn’t still tasting him in my sleep.
So naturally, the universe thought it’d be fun to shove us into a shared file room with three crates of unfiltered intel and no one e
