“That still doesn’t explain what Vaughn saw that night.”
The words slipped out quietly, but they landed heavy.
He stiffened. His hand slowly lowered from his face, fingers curling into a fist against his thigh.
And I watched as the softness in him dimmed.
The silence that fell wasn’t comfortable.
It was the kind that stripped you down bare.
Kross’s jaw tensed—sharp and sudden, like I’d struck a nerve.
“What Vaughn saw…” he repeated under his breath, like the words stung more than he expected.
My heart pounded in my chest as I sat across from him in the golden-lit VIP lounge, the city glittering behind him like a sea of secrets. I shouldn’t have asked. I knew I shouldn’t have. But the question had already left my mouth, hanging in the air like an accusation.
“Are the rumors true, K
