ZOE'S POV
I ended the call and placed the phone gently on the table. My fingers were trembling but not from fear.
From rage.
“She knows something,” I said, turning towards Owen, who stood with his arms crossed, watching me carefull.
He didn't ask for clarifications. He didn't need to.
“She's involved in this. I could hear it in her voice the second I mentioned Nick was still alive. Her shock wasn't just surprise—it was panic.” My jaw tightened. “She tried to have him killed.”
Owen exhaled slowly and nodded. “If she's involved, them she'll try to finish the job. She wouldn't risk Nick waking up and spilling everything.”
“She won't wait long,” I added, my voice hardening with conviction. “That call rattled her. I'm sure she thought he was dead and gone. Now she'll act fast, hastily—wi
