My feelings shouldn’t be a top priority. I need to do everything. I need to finish the case and make him rot in jail like he deserves it.
The room went quiet as soon as Miguel Grant walked in. His footsteps screamed power and everyone turned to look at him.
Miguel was wearing a perfectly fitted suit, his silver watch shining screams extravagance. He looked like a man in charge, and he carried himself with the kind of confidence that made the air feel heavy. When his eyes landed on me, I could feel them cut through me like a knife. And then, he smiled—
No, he grinned.
He sat down behind the defense table, his presence filling the room. I could feel his eyes still on me, but I refused to look away.
Then, as if he didn’t care about the rules of the courtroom, he stood and walked over to
