Lucas POV
Time ticks on, and I can hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears as we wait for her to make contact. I catch a glimpse of Ryan as he opens the door on the camera—cool, collected, and completely unaware of what’s about to happen.
But he will. Soon.
“Here we go,” Demitri mutters, eyes narrowing as Alissia begins to speak. Ryan’s face shifts into a smirk, and I feel my gut twist. This is it.
“Stay sharp,” I murmur, my body ready to run in if needed.
And then, just like that, the game begins.
“Alissia?” Ryan’s voice comes through the comms, trying to sound surprised, but the look on his face says otherwise. Smug bastard.
“I heard you lived here. Didn’t think it was real,” Alissia replies, her voice light, almost playful. I know she’s smiling, playing her part perfectly.
Rya
