Warner's POV
Warner dragged his hand across his face, exhaustion weighing heavy on his shoulders. "Arlene isn't built for this kind of life." The words tasted bitter as Linton rewound the surveillance footage on the massive screen before them. His father had torn Hayward Danvers apart with ruthless efficiency, leaving them without the device that had been disrupting their security systems. Not that Warner could blame the old man after seeing the tears streaming down his mate's bruised face.
"She's developing feelings for your father," Linton observed, her fingers dancing across multiple keyboards simultaneously.
Levis let out a harsh laugh from his position sprawled across one of the leather chairs. "Bernard's never betrayed her trust. Give it time though. That's his signature move, and you know it better than anyone here."
Warner's jaw clenched at the reminder of his father's manipulative tendencies. The man was a master at earning loyalty only to exploit it when convenient.
