Elena's POV

There's something about guilt - it doesn't shout, it hums.

A quiet, relentless tune in your bones that won't let you rest.

All week, I'd been feeding Damian encrypted updates from Ethan's system. Every keystroke felt like walking a tightrope. Ethan's office was three doors away; his reflection often flickered in the glass partitions like a ghost watching me.

I'd gotten too good at pretending.

Pretending to trust him.

Pretending the man who'd destroyed Damian's life hadn't just ...