Chapter 8
“What do you know?” James’s voice cut through the tension like a knife, his eyes boring into Rose with an intensity that made her heart race. She had overheard the conversation about Alessandro, but she couldn’t bring herself to admit it.
“I… I don’t know anything,” she stammered, trying to sound convincing. “I was just walking by and stepped on something. I didn’t hear anything, sir.”
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he warned, his tone low and dangerous.
Rose swallowed hard, her mind racing. She had heard enough to piece together the tragedy that had unfolded the loss of James’s twin brother. But revealing that she knew anything at all felt like stepping into a minefield.
James took a step back, his expression shifting as he processed her words. “You should be careful where
