"Liam. Logan."
Leonard's voice cut through the room—not with the iron command of a general, but with the quiet weight of a father who expected to be obeyed.
"I want you to investigate the Reyes couple. Their background. And more importantly—why they suddenly left the south for the capital."
The air shifted.
Liam didn't answer immediately. His jaw tightened, gaze lowering just enough to hide the conflict flickering in his eyes.
If he took this on… he'd have to leave Isla.
And Amelia.
That thought lingered longer than it should have. Longer than he wanted to admit.
His fingers curled slightly at his side. He kept his expression neutral, but his thoughts were anything but conflicting.
If he left…
Isla would feel different.
Amelia would feel farther.
And that man—
That foreign archaeologist who had been appearing more and more often at her side, speaking to her like they shared a world Liam couldn't enter.
The image alone soured something in his chest.
