Kurtis POV
As Lyra and I stepped out of Derek’s office, the tension was a living, breathing thing between us. The air outside felt sharp against my skin, the cold only amplifying the storm in my head. I glanced at Lyra, her posture rigid as she adjusted her coat. She was a fortress, her expression giving nothing away, but I could sense the fire simmering beneath her calm exterior.
"We’re not done with him," I said, breaking the silence.
Her gaze snapped to mine, sharp and unwavering. "I know. But first, we need to confirm everything. If Grant’s using Derek’s credentials, there’s got to be a trail."
She was right. She always was. And as much as I wanted to march back into Derek’s office and demand more answers, I knew we needed undeniable proof.
Back at the office, we locked ourselves
