Drake grinned, leaning back in his chair again. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"
"Just tell me who's behind this," she demanded, her voice sharp and impatient.
Drake tapped his fingers together, his expression turning thoughtful. "I don't have names yet, but someone's feeding Jason information. Detailed information. They've got access to things they shouldn't have—things only someone very close to you would know."
Joselle's heart sank, her mind racing. "Close to me? Are you saying it's someone in my circle?"
Drake nodded. "Seems likely. You've got a snake in your garden, Joselle. And from the looks of it, they're ready to bite."
She clenched her fists again, her knuckles turning white. "Whoever it is, I'll deal with them. I always do."
Drake's smirk returned. "I'm sure you will. But remember, Joselle—if you fall, I'm not going down with you. You'll deal with your traitor, but I'll be watching from a safe distance."