Chapter 27 Shadows Of Betrayal

• The moonlight barely penetrated the heavy curtains in the darkened room where Desmond sat, the quiet hum of the city beyond barely reaching his ears. His eyes never strayed from the screen, replaying Emma’s confession over and over. He could almost taste the satisfaction of seeing her on her knees, desperate, broken, playing into his hands. Just as he had planned. But the victory felt hollow. There was something missing.
• Maxwell stepped into the room, his shadow stretching across the floor like a specter. “She’s going to fall right into your hands, Father.”
• Desmond didn’t look up. “Of course she will. She always does.” His voice was low, but beneath it ran a thread of tension that hadn’t been there before. “But why do I feel like something’s wrong?”