"You look surprised," he remarked, tilting his head as if he were examining her reaction like a scientist studying an experiment.
"Did you really think you could put me behind bars? I thought you were smarter than that, Gwen."
Her fists clenched at his condescension, fury flickering through her fear.
"Stay away from me," she spat, her voice defiant despite the tremor in it.
Ross only chuckled, a low, mocking sound that sent chills down her spine.
"Oh, Gwen," he said softly, his tone almost pitying. "You don't understand, do you? There's no running from this. No escaping me."
He leaned in closer, his face just inches from hers, his breath warm against her skin.
"I warned you to stay out of my business. But you didn't listen. And now, here we are."
Gwen's eyes darted around the room, searching for anything—anything—she could use as a weapon.
