Anabel.
"Ms. Anabel, why don't you start talking before I help you out?"
Daniel's voice was calm.
Too calm.
He had turned fully toward me when he said it, his eyes steady, unwavering. There was no hesitation in his tone, no uncertainty. Just confidence.
And that terrified me.
For a split second, my composure cracked.
Had he found out?
The question flashed through my mind like lightning. Did he know? Did he have proof? Was that why he suddenly sounded so certain, so assured of himself after standing there speechless moments ago?
My fingers twitched slightly where they rested against Noah's shirt.
No.
Impossible.
He couldn't have known.
My plan had already gone wrong once tonight. I wouldn't allow this new twist to spiral beyond my control too. I refused to let this turn into a spectacle where I stood exposed as the villain.
Not here.
Not in front of everyone.
