Dominic’s Pov
The hotel room was dark. Choking.
I huddled at the bedside, elbows and back bent into knees. The thin wall lamp pulsed and buzzed above me like a dying insect. The folder Langley gave me was heavier than any gun I had ever seen. My thumb ran along the rim of the paper. For the hundredth time in two days, I unfolded it again.
Liana. Serena. That flash drive.
There was a soft photo of Serena snapped in the cafe, catching her passing what looked like data. It wasn't high-definition, but the shape of her face, the tilt of her head, I didn't need crystal clarity. I knew her like I knew my own heartbeat.
A tear slipped down my cheek. I didn't wipe it away. Didn't stand up. Just sat there and let it brew, grinding my teeth until my jaw ached.
I trusted her. She comforted me in
