"No. That's not my wife," Tristan said, his voice firm and unwavering. He had only needed to glance at the figure on the screen to be certain. "Nova doesn't wear a ring on her right hand."

He pointed to the screen, where the woman was briefly seen pushing her hair behind her ear. In that fleeting moment, a gold ring glinted on her finger.

"They're trying to throw us off," Tristan continued, his tone cold. "It's a deliberate distraction. They've gotten someone to impersonate ...