The revelation that Eddison Flynn was the architect of the attempted raid left Sienna Flynn feeling as though the ground had been cut from beneath her feet. A cold, hollow ache settled in her chest, a physical manifestation of a betrayal so profound it defied logic. Only days ago, she had swallowed her pride and moved to have the charges against him dropped, effectively handing him back his freedom. To have that mercy met with a calculated attempt to destroy her livelihood and reputation was a bitter pill that she struggled to swallow.
Behind her, the atmosphere was thick with the fallout of the failed coup. Guy Clifford, the Regional Director, was vibrating with a mixture of rage and sheer, soul-deep terror. He kept stealing glances at Dominic Mylod, terrified that any lingering dissatis
