Chapter 30 You're Not A Pawn

• "That's—"
• The word died on Nash Montgomery's lips, but his eyes told the rest. That glint—shock sharpened into recognition—cut through the smog of sarcasm like a blade. For once, his tongue stumbled over itself. “Shit.”
• Izzy didn’t breathe. Her hand clenched around the paper like she could wrestle truth out of it. Liam hovered beside her, eyes bouncing between the two like a nervous referee at a cage fight.