The moment I realized Charles had slammed the gun far from his reach, something inside me lit up. He'd lost grip—literally and emotionally—and that gave me an edge. He was unraveling, and I knew I was getting him exactly where I needed him to be.
After he screamed that Kevin betrayed him first, I clapped slowly, loudly, my eyes wide with mock amusement. "Bravo!" I shouted. "Really, that's your defense? That's all you've got?"
His face twisted in confusion and anger. "You expect me to believe that nonsense?" I snapped. "You really want me to believe that Kevin—who isn't even here to defend himself—is the villain, and you're the poor, misunderstood twin? No, Charles. From where I stand, it's pretty damn obvious you're the one who betrayed him."
"Shut up!" he barked. "You don't know what y
