"Unbelievable."
Ava gritted her teeth, hands clenching at her sides.
Lucas Bai had walked in, taken over her bed, and passed out like he owned the place.
Fine.
If he wanted to steal her space—
She'd take his.
Ava turned sharply, storming toward his bedroom.
She had never bothered stepping inside before as what ever was behind the doors was something she really didn't need to see.
Lucas wasn't the type to leave things out in the open so she had always gave him privacy, the less she knew the better.
She pushed the door open—
And froze.
The room was dark, cold, sterile.
But that wasn't what stopped her.
It was the walls.
Every inch of the far side was covered—
A full-scale investigation.
Thin red wire connected maps, notes, data files. Scattered reports pinned side by side, a digital screen flashing with classified records.
Ava's stomach twisted.
At the center?
A single photo.
A woman and a talk man
Beautiful, late twenties.
