"So..." Draven placed my phone carefully on the desk, his gaze fixed on it for a long moment before lifting his eyes toward me. His jaw was tight, and the darkness clouding his face made the air in the room feel heavier. He finally spoke, voice low but sharp like a blade, "I had that gut feeling Evelyn had a backup. Otherwise, she would've been exposed a long time ago."
His fingers intertwined slowly, deliberately, like he was holding back the urge to crush something between them.
I nodded in agreement, my eyes narrowing. "He knows everything," I muttered, feeling a frown stretch between my brows. The weight of the recording still echoed in my ears. Each word had unsettled something deep inside me.
Draven let out a dry laugh without humor. "It's true. But Evelyn's game is bigger than yo
