"I know you're dumb, but I didn't expect this much."
Matilda's voice cut through the still air like a whip, each word precise and stabbing. She stood by the window of the mansion's east wing, her arms folded, her expression unreadable but sharp as ever.
Eryx didn't flinch. He stood tall, his face cold and irritated. "Are you done?" he asked, his voice flat. He stood coldly in front of her, and didn't want to waste time. He had a bad feeling gnawing at his gut.
On the way here, Callum had reported that Valerie had uploaded a selfie with Naomi. It looked like they were on a rooftop.
Totally normal. Harmless, even.
But his heart wasn't at ease.
He didn't know why.
And that unsettled him more than anything.
"Do you still think that was my doing?" Matilda finally turned, her eyes still as sharp as ever. "I didn't raise you to be this blind."
Eryx's jaw clenched, but he said nothing. His silence wasn't agreement, more like it was restraint.
