Episode 71

The sterile white walls of the hospital room seemed to mock Elara's turbulent emotions. Liam lay in the bed, his chest bandaged, a faint tremor in his hand as he reached for hers. The betrayal by Marcus, Julian’s right-hand man, had been a gut punch, leaving them exposed and vulnerable. He’d played them beautifully, a phantom of trust in a world of shadows.

"He knew," Liam rasped, his voice rough. "He knew about the rendezvous point, about the evidence we were trying to secure."

Elara squeezed his hand, the phantom ache of Julian's possessiveness a dull throb beneath her skin. "How? How could he have known?"