The room felt colder as Knox's words hung in the air, his gaze fixed on Cambria with a chilling intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. She had anticipated many things upon her return: betrayal, lies, manipulation but nothing prepared her for the reality of being trapped in a room with the man who had once been a trusted ally and now, in this twisted game, stood against her.
Knox was never one to show his cards too soon, and his sudden arrival only deepened the unease swirling in the room. His presence was calculated, his every movement precise, controlled, as if he had been playing his part in this drama long before Cambria had even arrived.
"You think you've won, don't you?" Knox said, his voice low, dripping with contempt. His gaze flicked between her and her uncle, the tension between the three of them thick enough to choke the air. "You've been outplayed from the start, Cambria. But then again, you always were naïve."
