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“Yeah… that was a stupid question.” I rub the nape of my neck, releasing some of the tension that built up. “And well… since you know about how I feel about Oliver… What are your thoughts on this matter?”

“As a Harknett, and as the attorney for this agency, I think what you’re doing is utterly dangerous.”

“I know… I’ll stop. I can pull back and—”

“However,” Law interjects, “speaking purely as your brother… I am rather delighted.”

I blink at him, completely floored. “You are?”

“Very much so… Although you are disregarding, and breaking every conceivable rule of undercover—”

“—We are all just happy to see that you’re finally letting someone get close to you,” Logan cuts in, glaring at Law.

And it’s hilarious, but my brain gets stuck on a single word… ALL

“Wait… All?” I tense on the chair. “Who exactly is all? Who else knows?”

“Mmm…” Logan laughs. “Everyone.”

“Everyone, everyone?”

“Even Miss Evelyn knows, mate.”

“She knows?!”

I turn around and see the entire Harknett team lined up behind the glass, just smiling at me.

“Please, she’s been knitting you guys his and his sweaters for three weeks now,” Knox smiles as he walks into the office and pulls me into a hug.

Björn throws his hands up in surrender. “I said nothing, I swear!”

“Me neither,” Leif adds, leaning against the glass doorframe.

“As if the clones had to say anything for us to know.” Tae laughs, sitting on the empty chair next to mine. “You almost shot Alexios’s hard drive after hearing Oliver’s name.”

Law glares at me. “You did what?”

I wince, rubbing the back of my neck. “Remember five minutes ago when I said I was being impulsive and doing dumb, dangerous things?”

“You didn’t say a thing about shooting hard drives.”

“I didn’t actually shoot it. I just threatened to,” I explain, as if the distinction actually matters.

“The point here,” Logan cuts in, “is that we all already know. And we support you, Dami.”

“Nej.” Björn shakes his head. “The point is… when are we meeting the mini drug lord?”

“Maybe when you stop calling him a mini drug lord?” Leif suggests.

“But he is one.”

And I just sit there and stare at my brothers as they argue about Oliver and me. Somehow, against all logic and reason, my crazy, fiercely overprotective team is completely okay with it.

And I don’t feel trapped… I feel free.

CHAPTER 14

OLIVER