Lawrence's smirk remained as he leaned back in his chair, his hands casually folding across his chest. The locked door behind us was no longer a subtle threat—it was a declaration.
"What is this?" Alexander's voice was sharp, cutting into the silence.
Lawrence gestured toward the table. "This is your introduction to reality. You thought Mira was your worst enemy? Think again."
I stepped forward, ignoring the weight pressing in on my chest. "Enough games, Lawrence. If you have something to say, say it."
He raised an eyebrow, amused. "You think you're still in control, don't you?"
Alexander slammed a hand on the table, his voice low and steady. "What do you want from us?"
Lawrence met his gaze with a calmness that only added to the unease. "Nothing. But I'm here to deliver a message from someone who does."
The room fell into a heavy silence.
Alexander didn't flinch. "Who sent you?"
