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    Her grip tightened on the strap of her bag. “What’s this about? If it’s nothing urgent, I’ll just drive myself home.”


    Only then did William turn his head. His eyes locked on hers, and for the first time in days she caught something softer beneath the frost. He didn’t miss how pale she looked, the faint shadows beneath her eyes. Two days apart, and already she seemed worn thin.


    His gaze held her a beat longer, heavy with things unsaid.


    “We need to talk,” he said, his voice firmer now. “About Amon. And about the cyberattack. The threatening call.”


    Ste’s breath stalled. He knew?


    She hadn’t expected him to know about the call from that shadowy group.


    When her eyes met William’s, the frosty sharpness he’d shown that day was gone—softened, reced by something heavier,yered with unspokenplexity.


    For a moment she considered walking away, keeping her armor intact. But the gravity in his tone pulled her in. After a pause, she opened the door and slid into the passenger seat.


    The car eased into traffic, silence thick between them. Neither spoke, the air inside heavy with the tension crackling between them.


    It was William who finally broke.


    His voice was low, but softer than before. “That morning… I lost my temper. I’m sorry.”


    The words caught Ste off guard. She blinked, staring out the window to steady herself. “You don’t owe me an apology,” she murmured.


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    But William shook his head. “I did. I saw him standing there with you, holding those flowers, and—” His jaw tightened. “I let it get to me. I shouldn’t have walked away without letting you exin.”


    Something in Ste’s chest softened, but she kept her gaze outside, refusing to let him see it.


    William exhaled slowly. “Luca traced the men who attacked you. They were Alonzo’s old crew. After Alonzo went down, Amon scooped them up.”


    Ste whipped her head toward him, eyes widening. “Amon? You’re saying he set the whole thing up? Then why—”


    “To y hero,” William cut in, a bitter edge in his voice. “He stirs up trouble, then swoops in to ‘rescue’ you. All this to create a rift between me and you. ssic Amon move. He’s always been good at strategy.”


    Ste’s heart hammered. She’d suspected as much, but Amon’s carefree deflections had thrown her off. “And the threatening call?” she asked.


    “He was behind that too,” William said tly. “That database you found? A trap. He nted it, waited for you to bite. Once you logged in, your system waspromised. He tracked every keystroke. The call was masked, but we traced it to one of his offshore ounts.”


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