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    There was something different about Wesley. The sharp edges in his face were still there, but today, they seemed softened—like warmth had seeped through without warning.


    They sat down across from each other. She looked at him steadily. “What did Kason want?”


    Wesley didn’t flinch. Calmly, he set a neatly ted steak in front of her before answering. “Just some business stuff. Company matters.”


    She raised an eyebrow but said nothing. It didn’t sound like the kind of issue that required face-to-face discussion. Not from someone like Kason. Still, reading the room, she knew better than to dig deeper. If Wesley didn’t want to talk, she wouldn’t force him.


    He tilted his head slightly. “How was this morning? Everything go alright?”


    Earlier, she’d caught more than a few icy stares from her colleagues at theb. Wesley had offered to go with her, but she’d turned him down. She’d had ns to stop by the Base Medical Center before anything else, and thest thing she—


    Needed was him shadowing her. Pretending it hadn’t bothered her, she gave a nod. “Yeah. It was fine.”


    A subtle flicker passed through his eyes, quick enough that she almost missed it.


    Neither of them was telling the whole truth.


    Once they finished eating, a knock at the door signaled someone’s arrival. Elena turned toward the sound and immediately recognized the face that stepped inside.


    d in sleek, ck tactical gear, Arion gave off a quiet intensity that made it clear he wasn’t someone to underestimate. The sun had left its mark on his skin, and every movement he made was sharp and practiced—he carried the air of someone molded by years in the field, most likely a mercenary unit.


    Nothing had prepared Arion for this—Wesley living inside the Azure Dragon Base over a woman. Security here was airtight, the kind of ce where even breathing felt regted. And getting a message through? Nearly impossible.


    Stunned, Arion froze mid-step, gazing at Elena. Suddenly, a wave of icy dread crept down his spine before he could speak. Turning his head, he found himself staring directly into Wesley’s gaze—eyes like polished obsidian, sharp enough to cut.


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    Muscles tensed, Arion instinctively looked away. He lowered his head and didn’t risk another nce at Elena. That one re from Wesley had spoken volumes. The warning in it was cold, silent, and absolute, like standing unguarded in the dead of winter.


    Straightening just enough to be respectful, Arion gave a tight bow. “Mr. Spencer.”


    Only a faint hum came from Wesley—acknowledgment without warmth, just enough to let the greeting slide by.


    Elena recognized Arion immediately. Her voice held no hesitation. “You’re the one who saved us back in Avaloria. I haven’t forgotten. I owe you.”


    The words hit harder than Arion expected. A cold sweat broke across his back. His eyes stayed fixed on the floor as he rushed to respond. “I was only following orders. Mr. Spencer was the one who saved you. I just carried out his instructions.”


    Panic stirred in Arion’s gut. He prayed she wouldn’t say more. One misced word, one second too bold, and Wesley might have him on a transport to Tauledo before sunrise.


    Avaloria hadn’t been kind to Abyss Cell. Their intelligencework had crumbled, and Earle’s forces were ruthless, tearing through operatives without mercy. That mission had nearly burned everything down. Wesley had sent Arion in to recover what little remained. Now, he was here to deliver what updates he could.


    Arion’s report was brief. No idle chatter. The second it was done, he turned and left without looking back.


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