"I don't trust him," Liam's voice cut through the silence, sharp and decisive. He was standing in the doorway, his figure partially obscured by the shadows, but his presence was undeniable, commanding.
Ava turned to face him, her expression unreadable. "We don't have a choice," she replied, her voice steady but laced with the same uncertainty that gnawed at her insides. "If he's telling the truth, then we need him."
"But if he's not..." Liam let the words hang in the air, the unspoken threat of betrayal looming like a dark cloud over them. His eyes, cold and calculating, never left hers, as if searching for some sign, some indication that she shared his doubts.
Ava's resolve wavered. She wanted to believe in the ally, to believe that there was still some good left in the world, that not everything was tainted by lies and deceit. But the fear, the fear of making the wrong decision, of putting her team in danger, gnawed at her like a relentless predator.
