The words hung in the air like a death sentence: *Ferraro has someone on the inside.*
My breath caught in my throat as the weight of that revelation hit me. Someone close to us, someone we trusted, had been feeding Ferraro information. It felt like the floor had dropped out from under me, like the fragile ground we'd been standing on was crumbling.
"Who?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Who could be working with him?"
Ethan's face was hard, his eyes sharp as he glanced between William and me. "We don't know yet, but the intel is solid. Whoever it is, they've been close enough to know our movements—too close."
A chill ran down my spine. We had been fighting so hard to stay ahead of Ferraro, to outmaneuver him, but now it seemed like he had been watching us the entire time. Every step we took, he was already there, waiting for us to stumble.
