Caleb moved quickly, keeping his head low, his hands steady. The city pulsed around him, but he tuned it out. The drive in his pocket burned against his skin, a reminder that he had something people would kill for. Maybe already had.
Lyra's safe house was hidden in the shell of an abandoned complex, buried behind layers of false access logs and security systems that only she controlled. He reached the entrance, keyed in the access code, and slipped inside. The door sealed behind him.
Lyra was already waiting, arms crossed, watching him with sharp, unreadable eyes. "Took you long enough."
Caleb didn't waste time. He pulled the drive from his pocket and tossed it onto the table. "Elias wasn't working alone."
Lyra arched a brow but said nothing as she picked up the drive, plugging it into her secured terminal. The screen lit up, the raw data scrolling in front of them. Caleb didn't need to explain. She saw it the moment it appeared.
Dante's name.
Lyra's fingers paused over the keys. A slow exhale. "Well," she said, voice flat. "That's a problem."
Caleb ran a hand through his hair, pacing. "Elias was tracking him. I don't know if he planned to use it, but if he was keeping it close, it means he was waiting for the right moment."
Lyra leaned back. "And now that moment belongs to you."
Caleb stopped pacing. "Yeah."
Lyra tapped her fingers against the table. "So what's your move?"
Caleb let the question settle. There was no easy answer. Taking this to Dante was a death sentence. But holding onto it made him a target. The only way to survive was to use it first. The problem was, he didn't know who to trust.
Finally, he met Lyra's gaze. "I need to know who else is in on this."
Lyra studied him for a long moment. Then, slowly, she nodded. "Then let's find out."