Raisel’s POV
Davina stormed into my office, eyes blazing with fury. Gwen, sensing the tension, scrambled to call Mr. Beau. I didn’t flinch, but behind my mask of composure, a tight coil of fear twisted in my gut.
“You’re going to testify for Alaric,” she said coldly. “And you’re going to say you didn’t see him shoot Soren.”
I leaned back, forcing a smirk. “You’ve got some nerve, Davina.” My voice was steady, but a storm raged inside me. “But let me enlighten you—I’m not the only witness. My best friend was there too. Alaric’s looking at a long, cold prison sentence, and I’ll see to it personally.”
“I can pay you whatever you want,” she said, desperation seeping into her arrogance.
My brows shot up, mocking. “You and Alaric, always thinking money can buy anything. You’re both just spoi
