“I directed him.”
Same thing.
Worse.
I shift slightly.
Positioning.
Angles.
Distance.
“Why her?” I ask.
Because that’s what matters.
His gaze returns to her.
“Because she matters.”
My grip tightens.
“To who?”
A pause.
Then—
“To the wrong people.”
Not an answer.
A warning.
Tessa steps forward slightly.
I tense.
But I don’t stop her.
“What does that mean?” she asks.
He watches her carefully.
“You were never supposed to disappear the way you did.”
A chill runs through me.
“Prison wasn’t your ending,” he adds. “It was a mistake.”
“What?” she breathes.
“Mine.”
Everything in me goes still.
Because that means—