"Don’t test me, Tiffany," I whispered to myself, clutching the papers to my chest.
But I couldn’t ignore the voice in my head, the one screaming at me to dig deeper. Whatever secrets Nathaniel was keeping, they were worth risking everything to uncover.
I turned to leave, a faint sound stopped me in my tracks—a soft, almost imperceptible whisper.
"You should have stayed out…"
My breath caught as I spun around, but the room was empty. The shadows seemed darker now, the air colder.
I hurried out, my pulse racing. I didn’t need another warning. I was already in too deep.
And I had no intention of backing down.
"Tiffany, you still trust him, don’t you?"
Lucas's voice hit me like a stone in the silence of the dimly lit café. His words weren’t a question—they were an accusation wrapped in disbelief. I gripped my cup tighter, the ceramic painfully cool against my palm.
"Lucas," I began cautiously, keeping my tone even, "why would you even say that?"
His sharp green eyes pierced through me like blades. Lucas had always been intense, but this? This was something else—something darker. He leaned forward, his elbows digging into the wooden table.
"Because I know him, Tiff. I know what he’s capable of."