His gaze settled on Leon before shifting to Thallia, and the coldness she felt from him sharpened into something more calculating.
This wasn't the explosive rage she'd felt surrounding Jake's death.
In the dream, his fury had burned hot and uncontrolled. What she sensed from Lawrence now was colder, contained, and very much in the present.
Lawrence turned away and continued toward the elevators. Thallia waited until the doors closed behind him.
“That was different,” she said.
Leon turned toward her. “What changed?”
“What I felt from him.” She rubbed one palm with her thumb. “When we first passed him, it was the anger from the dream. I recognized it immediately.”
Leon studied her. “And then?”
“It changed when you started asking where he was Thursday night,” Thallia said, looking tow
