Orion POV The computer screens inside my private office cast a cold, blue glow across the dark leather furniture.It was three o'clock in the morning. Far down the hallway, Lucian was still sleeping soundly under the heavy black blanket of our bed. His body was completely relaxed after the hot victory bath. But while my playmaker rested his tired muscles, my mind was racing. The protective beast inside my chest was wide awake, pacing behind my ribs with a dark, sharp focus.Marcus stood across from my glass desk. His sharp suit was wrinkled from a forty-eight-hour shift. The secure laptop sat between us, its screen pulsing with rows of fresh, unlocked data."We caught them moving through the network, Mr. Kael," Marcus said. His low voice was tight with a cold, professional satisfaction."Show me," I commanded. My deep voice cut through the quiet office like frozen steel.Marcus tapped a command into the keyboard. The digital map of the city zoomed in quickly, passing the corporate of
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