Chapter 84 Nathaniel's Game
- Nathaniel’s smirk remained even as Ethan’s breathing turned ragged. The room was too quiet, too charged with unspoken threats. Clara, gripping the letter with white-knuckled fingers, could barely move.
- Ethan’s voice was a razor’s edge. “Why?”
- Unfazed, Nathaniel took a step forward. "What made me murder Marcus?" He gave a little laugh. "You mean to ask why I did what I had to do?"