Currency of Secrets

ROWAN’S POV

“Absolutely not,” Malachi says. “I refuse.”

“You don’t get to refuse.” Cleo doesn’t look up from the tablet. “You’re the getaway.”

“I am the strategist. I engineer the plan. I do not sit in a car.”

“You sit in a car.”

We’ve been at it for two hours, spread across the war table in Vance’s east study — me, Vance, Cleo, and Malachi, who arrived this morning with three encrypted drives and