(Dominic’s POV)
I didn’t expect them both to be waiting for me in the war room.
Emily leaned against the map table, arms crossed, eyes harder than usual. Logan stood near the window, hands braced on his hips, like he’d been pacing before I arrived. The tension was palpable—the kind that doesn’t come from strategy or threat, but something deeper. Personal.
I didn’t say anything. Just shut the door and stepped inside.
“We need to talk,” Logan said first.
Emily nodded. “About the faction. And Ava.”
I bristled at her name on their lips. Not because I didn’t expect this conversation—hell, I’d been dreading it—but because I already knew where it was going.
“Then talk,” I said, my voice flat.
Emily stepped forward, gaze unwavering. “You’ve put everything we built at risk for her, Dominic.
