Morning never really felt like morning inside the Black Rose Headquarters.
The halls were alive, but the light never softened. It stayed sharp, clinical, echoing with hurried footsteps and murmurs of tension. The moment Arora stepped out of her room, she could feel it—pressure hanging in the air like smoke.
Everyone was busy.
Everyone had a task.
Everyone was pretending things were normal.
But the headquarters only moved like this when something was wrong.
And everything was wrong.
Arora stood at the balcony overlooking the central hall. Her eyes didn't blink, her breath shallow. On the outside she was composed—hair tied cleanly, coat sharp, expression unreadable.
But inside?
A war.
Today she would go to Jennie's house.
Today she would face the truth Kelvin buried for her.
Today she would act like she was in love with Jack—because the trap required it.
