Zara’s POV

The morning after our short celebration was just as quiet. I leaned against the marble kitchen counter, sipping my hot chocolate while Leo, who sat across from me, scrolled through his phone. He hadn’t said much all morning but the tension in his jaw betrayed him.

“Done,” he said. I scanned his face with a raised brow. “Done with what?”

“The bug is ready,” he said, his voice laced with determination.

“Oh, that. I didn’t know we were still doing that,” I took a ...