Irina looked at Liam in pure shock, her eyes locked onto his face like she was searching for even the smallest sign that he was exaggerating or bluffing. But there was nothing there. No panic. No uncertainty. Just that same calm expression he had carried since walking into the mansion.
He can't be right… right?
That thought passed through her mind almost instantly, but the deeper problem was that Liam didn't look like someone throwing out guesses. Everything about the way he spoke carried confidence, the dangerous kind that usually came from knowing exactly what you were talking about.
The room around them had gone tense.
Not loud.
Not chaotic.
Just tight.
