Villain Ch 1906. Domestic Tyrant
He nodded once.
Jane said, "Identity?"
Another nod.
Azura murmured, "You're going to tell them?"
Allen stared into his tea cup. "Eventually? Yeah."
"And if they react badly?" Zoe asked, arms crossed, leaning against the fridge.
He looked up. Met her eyes. "That's my question."
Zoe exhaled through her nose, brushing a strand of damp hair behind her ear. "They will, you know."
"Probably," Allen said. "I mean—villain of the game, right?"
He gave a half-shrug like it didn't matter, but of course it did. They all knew it. This wasn't just a PR thing. Not just some reveal trailer with dramatic music and a twisty plot.
It was him.
Allen stretched his arms above his head, letting out a sigh. His shoulders cracked. "Anyway… what are you guys making? It smells like war crimes in here, but like, tasty ones."
