Saint glanced up. “You’re sure?”
“I am,” I replied. “He’s been waiting forusto blink.”
Saint leaned back. “What do you want to send?”
I thought of Nora.
Standing tall.
Refusing to be small.
“Send him this,” I said.
Saint’s fingers hovered. “Message content?”
I didn’t hesitate.
YOU LOST CONTROL.
SHE IS NOT YOUR ASSET.
COME AND TRY TO PROVE OTHERWISE.
Trigger let out a low whistle. “That’s stepping directly on his throat.”
“That’s the point,” I said.
Saint transmitted the message.
The screen blinked once.
Then went dark.
Saint frowned. “He received it.”
Trigger stiffened. “How can you tell?”
“Because,” Saint said quietly, “he opened it immediately.”
Nora
I felt it.
Not fear.
Not panic.
A shift.
Like something had justnoticed meagain.
Wolf returned to my side, his presence grounding, solid.
“Message sent,” he said.
I swallowed. “What did you say?”
His eyes searched mine — honest, raw. “The truth.”
