The moonlight felt like ice against Emily's skin.
The warmth of Alexander's embrace was still on her clothes, but her heart had already turned to stone.
Don't trust the man standing next to you.
The note felt like it was burning a hole in her palm.
Alexander took a step toward her, his hand reaching out.
"Emily? What is it?"
She stepped back.
The movement was instinctive. Sharp. Fearful.
Alexander's hand froze in mid-air.
His brow furrowed, a flicker of hurt crossing his handsome features before his professional mask slid back into place.
"You're shaking," he said softly. "Give me the drive. I'll have my team analyze it."
Give it to him?
Her mother's warning echoed in her head.
The needle was only the beginning.
Emily gripped the USB drive tighter, hiding it in the folds of her ruined dress.
"No," she whispered.
Alexander's eyes darkened.
