Seraphina’s voice cracked through the receiver, sharp and confused. “Kael, what do you mean? What are you even talking about right now?”
My jaw clenched so tight it ached. “Don’t play dumb with me,” I snapped, my tone low but edged with fire. “You know exactly what I mean. Answer me right now—the vehicle that attacked me, who gave the order? Was it from the President himself?”
Silence lingered on the line, but I didn’t let her breathe.
“And the document you signed with them,” I pressed, “what was the plan between the President and Delacroix? Was that the goal from the start? To use me as a pawn while you mingled with Delacroix behind my back?”
“I… I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Seraphina stammered, her voice rising with defensive urgency. “Kael, I swear—”
“Save it,” I cut
