I found Kieran in the operations room, hunched over a table covered with maps, his face locked in that permanent scowl. Blue pins marked confirmed locations. Red pins showed suspected activity. Yellow represented potential leads. The colored strings connecting everything looked like a spider's web—complicated, precise, deadly.
He knew I was there—his shoulders had tensed the moment I'd stepped into the doorway—but he didn't look up.
"Not now, Arianna."
I rolled my eyes at his back and stepped inside anyway, letting the door click shut behind me. Typical Kieran, acting like everyone was an inconvenience. Like he hadn't been the one to tell me to come in the first place.
When I moved to stand across from him at the table, he finally looked up, annoyance flashing across his face.
"Fine,"
