Playing with Fire

Lena's POV

The evening air was crisp as Lena stepped onto her apartment balcony, clutching a glass of wine in her hand. She wasn't usually one to drink on a weekday, but tonight wasn't usual.

Reed knew.

She had seen it in his eyes today, the flicker of recognition, the quick calculation, the shift in his demeanor.

Elias was right. They had pushed him.

Now, it was only a matter of time before he made a move.

She took a slow sip, her mind still tangled in the mess of it all.

Grey Holdings was under attack from within.

Vivian was still out there, waiting.

And Elias…

Lena exhaled, pressing her fingers against her temple.

Elias had been watching her differently lately. She had caught him a few times today, his eyes lingering on her just a second too long. And when he had said her name in his office earlier, something had shifted.

And the worst part?

She hadn't wanted to stop it.