As Marcus turned to leave, I caught my reflection in the darkened monitor. I didn't look like a saint. I looked like a woman who was ready to burn the world down to find the man who had tried to turn her into a statue.
"Wait," Reid said, grabbing my hand. "Before she comes in... you need to know one more thing. I checked the source of the news leaks. The ones that started the 'Saint' narrative at 4:00 AM."
"And?"
"They didn't come from Julian," Reid said at last, his voice roughened into something unsteady, something dangerously close to disbelief. "The leaks originated inside the Shard."
The words settled heavily between us.
Not an external breach.
Not a cyberattack.
An infection from the inside.
Reid dragged a hand through his hair, pacing once before stopping in front of the wall of glass overlooking Manhattan. The city lights fractured across his reflection, turning the Architect into something sharp-edged and exhausted.
