“She’s finished,” Jackson said quietly, his voice filled with grim satisfaction. “There’s no coming back from this.”

Damian nodded, though his mind was already elsewhere. “She made her choice.”

Jackson glanced at his friend, studying the hard lines of Damian’s face. “And Daniel?”

“He won’t get far,” Damian replied, his voice low and confident. “By the time he realizes his escape route is compromised, it will be too late. The authorities will handle the rest.”

For a moment before Jackson spoke again. “Do you think she meant it?”

Damian arched a brow. “Meant what?”

“When she said she loved you.”

Damian’s lips curled into a cold, humorless smile. “Love?” He...