For one long, terrible second, I couldn’t feel my hands.
The house was still.
Too still.
The letter Selene had sent lay crumpled on the rug between us like something dead. Kade stood a few feet away, phone still in one hand, his face gone cold in the way I was beginning to understand meant someone, somewhere, had just made a fatal mistake.
And I—
I could only hear one sentence.
They found the original file. In Liam’s rooms.
My laugh came out wrong.
Thin. Sharp. Almost swallowed by disbelief.
“In his drawer,” I said, because apparently my mind needed something smaller than betrayal to hold onto. “He rejected me with the truth in his drawer.”
Kade said nothing.
That was worse.
Because silence from him never meant uncertainty anymore.
It meant confirmation.
My throat tightened s
