Third Person POV
Estela’s heart sank as she saw the furious expression on Killian’s face. Her eyes darted nervously toward the door, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, as if to shield herself from what was coming.
But instead of answering him, she recoiled, unable to focus on her explanation until she could understand what had truly happened.
“What else did he say?” Her voice came out hesitant, small.
“He told me about the evidence linking you to the crime scene,” Killian explained, moving closer, his presence heavy in the air.
“The dress?” Estela asked, biting her lower lip.
“The dress, the hair, the bloodied footprints,” he answered, his voice calm but tight with something darker.
“He never told me about that,” she whispered, a chill running down her spine. She
