A War of Shadows
The sky was bruised with the first hints of dawn, streaks of violet and gray stretching across the horizon. I stood by George's window, my reflection barely visible in the glass. The events of the last few hours clung to me like a second skin—the blindfold, the suffocating room, the chilling warning from Mr. Waters.
Kyle had set me up.
Mr. Waters had made his threat.
But they had underestimated me.
George's voice cut through the silence. "You're not really going to let this go, are you?"
I turned, meeting his knowing gaze. He stood near the fireplace, his arms crossed over his chest.
"They want me to disappear," I said, my voice steady. "They think I'll just walk away."
He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "And instead, you're planning to burn everything down."
A cold smile curved my lips. "Exactly."
