Lucas's POV

Logan's hand finds mine despite the silver restraints binding our wrists. The metal burns where it touches skin, but I don't care. Our twin bond pulses with cautious hope—finally, something is breaking our way.

Isabella's security team spreads evidence across the Council's table with methodical precision. Each item lands with a soft sound that echoes through the silent chamber. The burner phone. Stacks of documents. Encrypted data drives. All ...