(Evelina's POV—Interrogation Room, Continuation)
"How do you know," I whispered, "that Kael Valtore was stabbed exactly twelve times, because according to my source, no reports have come about how many times Kael Valtore was stabbed?"
Rhea stiffened.
Hale blinked.
Just for a fraction of a second—but that alone was enough to shatter the illusion of confidence he had been clinging to.
I let the silence hang there, wrapping around their throats like a silk noose.
Then I leaned forward, elbows resting on the metal table, chains clinking softly.
"Tell me, Detective," I murmured, my tone dipped in icy mockery.
"Did a passerby perform a quick forensic analysis while Kael dramatically bled on the pavement?" I tilted my head. "Did someone tally the wounds as he was being rushed into the hospital like a discount martyr?"
Rhea swallowed.
Hale stared.
I continued, letting each word strike like a well-aimed blade.
