Julian Thorne’s face, once a mask of practiced calm, twisted with contempt. He looked at Rex and Luna, not as rivals, but as insects to be crushed. The doors behind them slid shut with a soft click, the sound of a trap snapping shut.
“You came all this way,” Julian said, his voice a low growl, “to accuse me of something you yourself helped accomplish? Your foundation is weak, Rex. You have no right to be here.”
Rex’s controlled burn of anger flared. He didn't care about rights. He cared about justice. He took a step forward, his eyes burning with a new light. "You manipulated me. You used my grief. The Ghost King was your creation, a lie to cover your crimes."
Julian’s smirk returned, cold and cruel. "And what does that make you, Rex? The architect of your own destruction? You were so e
