Morning came too fast.
My eyes snapped open to the dim light leaking through the thin curtains of the Omegas' quarters. The mattress under me felt too small, the air too cold, and my heartbeat too loud.
I was still trembling.
Everything I'd seen in that safe—everything Devon had done—echoed like a nightmare that refused to end.
I pushed myself up, rubbed my arms, and tried to steady my breath.
A soft knock sounded.
"Rene? It's me."
I rushed to the door and pulled Gideon inside before anyone saw him. Brielle slipped in too, and I locked the door behind us.
Gideon lifted a brow. "Why do you look like you haven't slept?"
"I didn't," I muttered. "Laptop?"
He handed it over, along with a small pouch that would hold the USB. I shoved them on my bed and plugged in the drive I had gotten from his penthouse with shaking hands.
Brielle perched beside me. "Did you copy everything?"
