She was still kneeling, still too steady for someone seeing this for the first time. Suspicion crystalized into certainty.
“You knew exactly where to go,” I said. My voice came out quieter than I expected.
She didn’t flinch or startle. She went still—too still.
Caine glanced between us but didn’t speak. Smart man.
I took a step closer. “Not just the location,” I continued. “But here inside. You didn’t hesitate.”
Her shoulders tightened this time. And there it is. Confirmation that my words were hitting their target.
Something ugly twisted through my chest.
“Willow.” I said her name like a warning. Like a demand.
She still didn’t look at me, and my control slipped. Just a fraction, but it was enough. “What aren’t you telling me?” The words came lower now, edged in something I didn’
