(Angela’s POV)
The hallways of King’s Tower felt a bit weird now—hollow and cold, like the soul of the building had been rattled. I stepped out of the surveillance room with my jaw clenched and hands steady, but inside, I was far away from being at ease.
Silas was executing a plan. Not just plotting.
And now, I held undeniable proof of his treachery—every lie, every calculated move laid bare.
My heels echoed softly against the polished marble as I made my way to the private elevator. Each passing staff member smiled cautiously, as if they could sense something in the air had shifted but couldn’t wrap their hands around it.
The walls threatened to collapse around me, and even the tempered-glass windows seemed to shiver with a cold, unfamiliar dread. Every reflection I passed showed a
