Lyra's POV
I was dragging knives across mental blueprints.
Adrian didn’t know Leo still watched from the other cameras. Didn’t know I’d timed our meetings to happen exactly when Leo was distracted,arguing with his Russian contact or buried in paranoia-fueled war room calls. Didn’t know I planted Adrian’s cologne on the towel Leo used after his shower.
Didn’t know I was setting fire to both of them.
The next day, Leo asked, “You smell that?”
I blinked, buttering toast like my hands weren’t already stained with betrayal. “What?”
“That f*****g cologne.” He didn’t look at me. Just sniffed the air with narrowed eyes. “Armani. Adrian wears it.”
I tilted my head, kept it casual. “Probably from the laundry. You wore it once, remember?”
He stared at me. Didn’t press. But his jaw ticked lik
