Angela's voice trembled as she recounted the events of the evening, the party, Elena's odd group of friends, and the snippets of the hushed conversation she had overheard. Edmund stood across the room, his expression darkening with each detail.The dim light from the desk lamp softened his sharp features, but the intensity in his expression was anything but subdued, his intense gaze fixed on her.
"She's too close to you, Angela," Edmund said, his voice low but brimming with conviction. He stopped near her desk, his hand resting on its edge as he turned to face her. "There's more to her than she's letting on."
Angela hugged her knees, unsure of how to respond. "You're reading too much into this. You don't even know her," she protested, though her voice faltered under his conviction.
"I don't need to know her," he countered. "I can see the patterns, Angela. Her interest in you isn't casual. It's deliberate."