Chapter 89 The Battle For The Truth

• The storm raged outside, wind slamming against the windows like an omen. Clara stood across from Nathaniel in his dimly lit penthouse, her heart pounding as she fought to keep her voice steady.
• “You don’t get to play both sides anymore,” she said, her fingers curling into fists. “Either you help me stop Alexander, or you go down with him.”
• Unfazed by her rage, Nathaniel leaned against the bar and swirled a tumbler of bourbon. He grinned. "And why do you think I haven't made a decision yet?"