Wren's Pov
Two days. That's what remained after Nadia left, and I spent the first of them the way I'd spent every crisis for five years moving, because stillness let fear catch up, cataloguing every scrap of information we had until the pieces stopped feeling like separate threats and started feeling like a single hand I still couldn't quite see the shape of.
Damian called a meeting that evening, smaller than the last one, just Farrow, Reyes, and the two of us, because whatever trust remained in his wider circle had eroded past the point of being useful for anything more sensitive than logistics.
"Walk me through everything," Damian said, standing at the head of the table like a man bracing for a verdict he already suspected he wasn't going to like. "Every thread. I want it laid out cle
