Karen’s heart skipped a beat, wondering why he was bringing this up after so many years. She could only think of one reason.
Immediately, she put on a mask of confusion to hide her nervousness. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” Kris insisted, his gaze uncompromising and demanding.
“Did you finally show those pictures to Thalassa? What did she say? She claimed that they were fake, didn’t she?” Karen snapped. “And you believed her?”
“What she told me doesn’t matter,” Kris ground out. “Just answer the damn question.”
“I don’t like how you’re talking to me, Kris. Let’s talk later when you’re calmer,” she said, attempting to sit back down at the dresser, but Kris grabbed her by the arm.
“You’re not going anywhere until you answer my question. Where did you get these photos from?” he hissed.
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