Secrets don’t stay quiet.

They hum in the air, seep into walls, and slip into every silence.

For Leah, the kiss lived like a ghost between them. Every time Jason looked at her, it rose up, heavy and cruel. Her laughter turned brittle, her touch hesitant, her eyes avoiding his. She moved around the house like a stranger in her own skin.

And Jason noticed everything.

At first, it had been suspicion. Now it was more than that. It was certainty. Something had happened. Something she wasn’t telling him.

The man who had once tracked enemies across continents now turned those same instincts inward—on her.

Jason was at the kitchen...