The command center was silent, the weight of Wick's revelation pressing down on everyone in the room. Rook stood frozen, his phone still in his hand, the three words burning into his brain like a brand.
It's not Amara.
If it wasn't Irina, and it wasn't Amara, then who? Who was still out there, pulling the strings from the shadows? Who had been watching everything they'd done, waiting for the right moment to step in?
The answer had been there all along, hiding in plain sight. The one person who'd been with him from the beginning, who'd helped him survive, who'd been his anchor in the chaos. The one person who'd been standing beside him through all of it.
Zara.
Rook turned slowly, his eyes finding her across the command center. She was watching him, her expression unreadable, her hand r
