The screenshot burned behind my eyes.
She has a meeting at Voss Capital tomorrow. I’ll keep her distracted. Make sure the hybrid doesn’t suspect anything.
Priya.
My Priya. The one who brought me tacos at 2 a.m. when my pitches bombed. The one who knew every secret I thought I had.
I stared at the phone until the words blurred.
“You knew,” I whispered.
Damien’s hand stayed heavy on my shoulder, warm and unyielding. “Not like this.”
I spun on him so fast my mother flinched on the couch. “Don’t you dare give me that half-answer bullshit. You had a file on me three years thick. You knew my spare key, my mother’s door color, the exact shade of dahlias she planted. And you’re telling me you didn’t know my best friend was feeding me to the wolves?”
His jaw flexed. Gold flickered at the ed
