Lucas reclined in bed, bandages stark against his pale skin. His recovery had been long, but Aiden had scarcely left his bedside. Now, however, their attention was turning. It was time to call a halt to running.

  Aiden strode back and forth in the hospital room, his thoughts racing. "We know the leak is within my firm. Someone senior. We need a means to lure them out."

  Lucas's voice was gruff but resolute. "We give them what they want."

  Aiden looked at him, eyes narrowing. "You mean Sentinel AI?"

  Lucas nodded. "A controlled leak. Let them believe they've won. Then we close the net."

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  Ethan folded his arms. "It's dangerous."

  Lucas grinned. "Everything worth doing is."

  Aiden looked at Lucas. The fire had returned to his eyes.

  They were finished playing defense. It was time to finish this.

  The trap was set.

  And soon, the traitor would tumble—harder than they could have imagined. The game was no longer theirs; Aiden and Lucas were reclaiming it, piece by piece. Every step, every lie, every betrayal was now coming back on their foe. The trap was closing, and when it slammed shut, there would be no way out.