Taylor POV
The air feels thick between us.
I open my mouth to thank Aiden—for stepping in, for pulling Dylan off me, but the words freeze when I catch the look on his face.
His mouth curves in something that is not a smile. It's a sneer.
"Looks like I missed quite the show," he says, eyes flicking from Dylan to me and back again. "My employee here, spying for my opponent?"
The accusation stings worse than Dylan's grip had.
My chest tightens as the echo of Aiden's words digging deep. An employee spying.
It's not a question—it's a judgment.
Dylan blinks, confusion flashing across his face. "Wait, what? You're working for him now?" His eyes dart between us, disbelief cracking through his arrogance. "Seriously?"
Aiden doesn't answer. He doesn't have to. His silence confirms it.
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