–Damon–
That fucking bitch.
David likes her—and she turns out to be a traitor?
No.
Something doesn't sit right.
Kelly started explaining—something about working under a secret Elite Society.
Still—
Traitor.
That word sticks.
"Uh, Kelly," Caine started casually, like we weren't tied to chairs. "We've been friends, right? Think you can get us some water? These cuffs are tight as hell—and we're kind of buff."
He flexed his biceps and chest like we were at a damn gym instead of a hostage room.
Kelly signaled the guards.
They brought bottled water—with straws.
I glanced at Caine.
"Fancy," I muttered.
He snorted.
"But this doesn't have drugs in it, right, Kels?" I added, tilting my head slightly as I took a sip. "Would hate to ruin the experience."
"Oh, no," she chuckled lightly. "Just… soothe yourselves."
She sat across from us, crossing her arms—calm, composed, like she owned the room.
Maybe she thought she did.
