My heart plummeted. Vivien’s laughter was a knife in my chest.
“Do you think she suspects anything?” Vivien asked.
“She’s too naïve to suspect us,” Heron replied dismissively. “All I need is her signature on a few documents. After that, we get rid of her.”
Every word was a hammer blow. My fiancé. My best friend. The two people I trusted most were plotting my death.
I stepped back, the floor beneath me spinning. My heel caught on the edge of the carpet, and the faint sound drew Heron’s attention. The door swung open, and there he was, his piercing gaze locking onto me.
“Calla,” he said, his voice warm, but his eyes were sharp. “How long have you been standing there?”
My lips parted, but no words came out. His eyes scanned my face, and I knew he saw the fear. I forced a weak smile. “I just got here. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
His jaw tightened, but he nodded.
“Okay, let's just talk later.” I turned and walked away, my legs trembling with every step. I barely made it to the elevator before my composure cracked. Inside, I gripped the railing, struggling to breathe as their words replayed in my mind. They wanted me dead.