Chapter 105
Chapter 105:
“Anything.”
“Promise me we won’t become them. That in fighting Rose and Herod, we won’t lose ourselves to hatred. To revenge.”
His arms tightened around her. “I promise.”
Outside, the first pale light of dawn touched the horizon. A new day beginning, bringing new dangers. But for the first time since learning about Herod Preston, Camille felt something besides fear and determination.
She felt hope. Small and fragile, but present nonetheless.
Together, they had uncovered the sabotage in time. Together, they would face whatever came next.
But as Camille gathered the last of the blueprints, doubt echoed in her mind. They had found these modifications, but what if there were others, hidden deeper? What if this discovery was exactly what Rose and Herod wanted, to give them false confidence?
She glanced at Alexander, now arranging surveillance on Brown and Greene. She wouldn’t share her doubts yet. Not until she had something concrete. For now, they would proceed according to plan. Correct the sabotage. Track the traitors. Draw Rose and Herod into the open.
But Camille couldn’t shake the feeling that the real danger still lurked unseen, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Rain streaked down the windows of Herod Preston’s penthouse, turning Manhattan’s skyline into a blurry watercolor painting. Rose stood at the glass, watching lightning flash between the clouds. Her reflection stared back at her, a ghost of herself caught between the storm outside and the one brewing within.
Behind her, Herod ended his phone call and set his cell on the marble with a soft click. The sound pulled Rose from her thoughts.
“Well?” she asked, not turning around.
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“It’s confirmed.” His voice carried that smooth confidence that had first drawn her to him. “Walsh says construction is proceeding exactly according to our modified plans. He installed the final set of altered circuit boards himself this morning.”
Rose pressed her palm against the cool glass. “And no one noticed the changes?”
“No one. Not even the chief engineer.” His footsteps approached, slow and measured. “The beauty of our modifications is their subtlety. Each change looks legitimate on its own. Only when viewed collectively do they create the perfect storm.”
A smile touched Rose’s lips. Perfect storm. How fitting. She’d spent her entire life creating storms in Camille’s perfect world.
“How long until it fails?” she asked.
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