Gabrielle’s POV
The air in the room grew thick, suffocating. As Ruelle Margo’s presence settled into the space, the weight of his eyes bearing down on me, I felt the sharp chill of the world I had unwittingly become part of.
Every muscle in my body tensed, my heart hammering in my chest as I watched him take slow, deliberate steps toward me.
His gaze was hungry, cold, and it made my skin crawl.
Matthew had stormed out of the room moments ago, leaving behind a trail of tension that could have shattered the glass windows.
The abrupt silence was deafening, the hum of the office outside muted by the thick walls and the increasing feeling that something terrible was about to unfold.
“Everyone, out.”
Ruelle s voice had been sharp, commanding, almost like a threat hanging in the air.
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