Alex’s fingers tightened on my chin for a fraction of a second before he let go, his entire body locking into a terrifyingly rigid posture. The room temperature plummeted.
He spun around, his gray eyes fixing on the small, blinking device in the guard’s hand with a look of pure, lethal calculation.
"Bring it here," Alex commanded, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low vibration that made the guards move instantly.
The lead guard placed the transmitter on the mahogany table. The tiny red light pulsed steadily against the dark wood—a silent, mocking confirmation that my most private moments had been monitored.
"How long?" Alex snapped, not looking away from the bug.
"Based on the battery model and corporate seal, sir... it’s an industrial-grade wire," the guard replied, his voice ten
