The hospital doors slid shut behind me, sealing in the smell of bleach and beeping machines, but none of it left my mind.
Cameron was already waiting by the car, door open, suit immaculate as always. He didn't speak as I got in.
The door closed. The engine purred to life.
"Drive," I snapped.
Cameron merged into traffic without question.
"Updates?" I asked, eyes fixed ahead. My voice was ice. Detached, but coiled with heat beneath it.
"We've confirmed sabotage," Cameron said. "Spa security footage was wiped. Logs tampered with. Backup servers? Full of data gaps—right where there shouldn't be any."
I turned my head slowly, one brow lifting. "And you're wasting my time with obvious facts… why?"
Cameron didn't flinch. "Because of who wiped them."
My jaw tightened.
