Raisel - POV
I drew in a deep breath, steadying myself, before muttering under it. “Jace, get into my phone and find the video Hazel sent me—the one from Soren’s office when Davina tried asking me for a favor.” My voice was barely a whisper, fed into the small mic tucked into the diamond earring on my ear.
“On it,” Jace replied, his tone sharp and focused.
“You know what to do,” I whispered again, my lips barely moving.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” came his curt response, the faint sound of keystrokes crackling over the line. “Hold them for a second.”
I didn’t need to do much. Davina, desperate and flailing, had already ignited her own downfall. She was standing before the cameras, her every move calculated, trying to regain the attention she thought she commanded. Reporters threw q
