Yelena leaned against the rusted metal table, her dark eyes glinting with mischief as she studied Claire. "So," she drawled, her voice dripping with amusement, "do you even know who's really behind this attack?"
Claire's jaw clenched, her fingers tightening around the water bottle in her grip. "It can only be Nickolai," she said, her voice sharp with conviction. "We came here to target him. This is his style—brutal, direct, no subtlety. He's the one who blew up my team."
Yelena's smirk deepened, her gaze flicking to me before returning to Claire. "Or," she purred, stepping closer, "it could be someone else trying to stir things up. Make you chase shadows while the real enemy slips away."
Claire's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean? Do you know something?"
