~LAIA~
My day doesn’t go quite as planned, thanks to Seris and her idea of a rebound that screams selfishness dressed up as concern. I regret not shutting it down and going to Zia instead. I should have trusted my instincts.
It’s late now. Late enough that the pack house settles into its false sense of security.
Perfect timing. I lie back and start mapping the plan. I’ll need a chip. And Damon’s fingerprints.
Biometric systems are arrogant like that, convinced authority can’t be copied. That’s always been their weakness. People treat fingerprints like something sacred.
They forget how careless they are. A glass.
A phone screen. The inside of his car door.
Hell, skin-on-skin contact leaves residue if you know how to lift it.
I smirk faintly.
I don’t need to cut off his finger like
