"Don't you really believe you know everything?" Lina's voice, oozing with contempt, cut like a razor through the tense silence.
I crossed my arms, leaned back against the study doorframe, and forced myself to remain composed. I wanted answers after the mayhem Marcus caused last night, and Lina was the only one who could provide them. As if preparing for another storm, Logan stood a few feet away, his shoulders tense and his jaw clenched.
I said icily, "Start talking." You stabbed Marcus, but why? And don't even attempt to provide us with a lofty justification.
Lina smirked, but her normal assurance was undermined by the tiredness in her eyes. "Noble? Not very likely. Marcus was a liability. As soon as he lost control, he was no longer helpful to me.
Logan growled low in his voice. For
