Anna exhaled slowly, fingers tightening around her glass.
Kathrine's mind raced. Was it because she found something? Something important about his intentions?
"You are right in what you are thinking."
Anna's calm voice snapped Kathrine out of her spiral.
She blinked. "What?"
Anna looked at her then—not as a sister teasing or deflecting, but with a gravity that made Kathrine's spine straighten.
"Collin wasn't done," Anna said quietly. "Not with us. Not with this family."
Kathrine frowned. "He was arrested. Under surveillance. What else could he possibly—"
"He wanted to be seen," Anna interrupted. "He wanted them to know."
Kathrine's brows knitted together. "That doesn't make sense."
"It does," Anna replied softly. "If his goal was only revenge, he would have stayed hidden longer. But Collin thrives on control. On fear. On knowing we're watching our backs."
