Chapter 112

• Brayden reached for the photograph lying on the table, his fingers brushing over its smooth surface before lifting it. He turned it so Desmond could see it clearly. The image captured Darla’s face in sharp detail—her sharp eyes, unreadable expression, and the hint of a smirk playing on her lips.
• Brayden’s gaze was cold, unwavering as he studied Desmond’s reaction. Desmond’s breath hitched the moment his eyes landed on the picture, his pupils dilating slightly before he looked away. His fingers twitched against the restraints, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.
• “You recognize her, don’t you?” Brayden’s voice was low, deadly calm.