DARE'S POV
I didn't knock. I shoved Julian's office door open hard enough that it cracked against the wall, and he barely had time to look up from his desk before I was on him, hauling him up by the collar of his shirt.
"Was it you?" My voice came out lower than I intended, more dangerous. "Did you set that up?"
"Darian—" Julian's hands came up, more startled than afraid, though the smirk hadn't fully left his face even now. "What on earth are you—"
"Don't." I shoved him back against the wall, forearm braced against his chest, close enough to see the flicker of surprise finally register behind his eyes. "The basement. Isla. Someone spoofed my number, someone with access to building security, someone who knew exactly when the Voss cousins would have motive and opportunity. Was it you?"
