Emilia's POV
The night air was charged with such tension, pushing against my skin like a palpable warning about the storm that was brewing. Entering the shadowy room, my pulse quickened for the sheer burden of all I had unearthed in the last few hours. I needed to move quickly before it would be too late.
Vickson stood in the middle of the room with his back to me. The man was clearly tense, even more so when he had his fists clamped on both sides of him. If that wasn't enough, I could see through the door that Ava was standing across from him, and her face reflected a combination of victory and spiteful amusement. And beside her... Ethan.
I swallowed hard, keeping control of my voice. "You knew, didn't you?"
Vickson turned slowly, his storm-gray eyes immediately zeroing in on mine, probing for answers I didn't have the time to provide. "Knew what, Emilia?"