Reed's smile didn't falter. But she saw it, the slight twitch of his fingers, the way his grip on his glass tightened ever so slightly.
He recovered quickly, his voice smooth as silk. "That sounds… thorough."
Lena held his gaze. "It is."
She turned and walked away before he could respond, leaving him standing there, watching her retreat.
Reed's POV
Lena was bluffing.
She had to be.
Yet, as Reed watched her glide across the ballroom, whispering something to Elias, he felt unease creep into his chest.
He had covered his tracks. Every detail, every move had been carefully calculated.
But something about the certainty in Lena's voice gnawed at him.
Was it possible that she had found something?
No. He would know.
Wouldn't he?
His fingers tightened around the glass as he exhaled slowly, forcing himself to stay composed. Now was not the time to panic.
But it was time to prepare.
