Chapter 23 Lines We Can't Cross

• The dim glow of the computer screen was the only light in the room. Damian sat at the small desk, fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard as he worked on decrypting the hard drive. His expression was unreadable, but Amara could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched every few seconds.
• She leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. “Any luck?”
• “Still working on it,” he muttered, not looking away from the screen.