London looked softer through tinted glass - golden lights bleeding into the drizzle, the city humming like it had secrets it would never confess.

Damian sat beside me, phone pressed to his ear, voice low and clipped. I didn't have to hear the words to know they were dangerous ones.

When he finally ended the call, I asked, "Who was that?"

He didn't look at me. "Someone who just learned that Lang's not working alone."

My chest tightened. "Meaning?"

"Meaning the leak came from inside ...