Naomi’s Pov

The last thing to surface is always the truth.

Not the kind of people to announce. The kind that crawls out when there’s nowhere left to hide it. I felt that shift the morning after the point of no return, when the building woke more slowly, like everyone was waiting to see who would move first.

Cassian didn’t rush.

He stood at the window, jacket still on, coffee untouched on the table. He looked composed, but I could see the tension in the way he held himself, like he was carrying a map in his head and choosing which roads to burn.

“They’re bleeding credibility,” he said without...