Morning came without mercy.
Amara's phone vibrated before dawn, the sound sharp in the quiet room. She already knew who it was.
"Talk," Kola said.
Her voice was hoarse. "I can't keep pretending this is harmless."
Kola laughed softly. "Harmless? You're sitting on information worth millions."
"If I deliver it," she whispered, "people will die."
"That's not your concern."
Amara closed her eyes. "He trusts me."
"That's exactly why you were chosen," Kola replied coldly. "Finish what you started."
The call ended.
Amara sat on the edge of the bed, hands clenched, staring at the sleeping man beside her. Darius looked peaceful. Safe. Unaware.
She brushed her fingers through his hair one last time.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
Outside, the city woke up.
And inside Amara, something broke permanently.