The coffee's warmth spread through me, but the tension in my chest remained, a tight knot of dread that I just couldn't shake.
Michael's gaze stayed on me, intense and unreadable. "You're scared."
It wasn't a question. I didn't bother denying it. "She sounded… so sure of herself, Michael. Like she already knows our next move."
His jaw tightened, a shadow passing over his features. "She doesn't know as much as she thinks she does. We've already taken steps she can't anticipate. And if she tries anything—"
"She'll hurt you," i cut him off, my voice trembling. "She'll hurt us. You don't know what she's capable of."
Michael's expression softened, his hand moving to rest over mine. "Then tell me. Tell me what we're dealing with. Because if she's a threat, I need to know everything."
