Nixus leaned back in his chair, the weight of the situation sinking in. Every inch of his office felt colder now. The walls seemed to close in on him as the implications of the betrayal began to settle in. Malia stood by the window, her silhouette stark against the dimming light. He could tell she was thinking, weighing every possibility, just as he was.
"You're right," she finally spoke, her voice low. "Evelyn isn't just going after your empire. She's trying to break us apart—starting with Marcus."
Nixus's gaze drifted over to her. "It's working. I trusted him, Malia. Marcus was the one constant in all the chaos we've faced. Now I have to question everything. I don't even know who to trust anymore."
"I know," she said, her voice softening. "But right now, we need to focus on the facts. Marcus is either involved, or he's being framed. Either way, we need to stay two steps ahead of Evelyn."