"You look like a lie that everyone wants to believe," I replied.
Reid finally turned around. He walked toward Elena, stopping just inches away. The air in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. He reached out, his fingers hovering near her jawline, but he didn't touch her. He was checking the "Sovereign Protocol" specs Julian had drilled into her.
"The walk is convincing," Reid admitted tightly, dragging his attention back to the tactical problem. "The posture is within acceptable variance. Thermal profile is stabilized. Facial mapping is already syncing to the public feeds."
He glanced toward me again, silver eyes darkening.
"But her eyes still hesitate before movement."
Elena blinked.
"What?"
"The half-second pause," Reid said immediately. "Right before you turn. Right before you speak. Maya never hesitates when she enters a room. She decides the room belongs to her before she even steps inside it."
Elena's breath caught.
I saw the comment hit harder than cruelty ever could.
