Chapter 26
The safehouse was quieter than I expected. The hum of the ventilation and the faint clicks from Viveron’s holo-screen filled the room. Athanasius and I were alone for once, the others occupied with administrative clean-up after the mole’s exposure.
“So…” Athanasius leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his emerald eyes catching the faint light from the screens. “We know who it was.”
I nodded, gloves resting lightly on the table. “Finally. I thought it would take longer to catch the guy.”
“It was… ironic,” he muttered, voice low, almost hesitant. “Someone we trusted completely. Someone close to the operation.” His gaze flicked to me for a moment, and I felt that familiar pull in my chest—the one that always made my gloves itch in anticipation.
“You’re not worried?” I asked
