The silence was shattered by the echo of Grayson's deep laugh. It was the laugh of a man who believed he had already won. Scarlett stood frozen, her weapon trembling in her hands. Nathan was at her side, his face carved from stone, while Peter lingered a few steps behind, his movements deliberate, almost predatory.
"You think you've outplayed me?" Grayson's voice cut through the tension, his icy gaze settling on Nathan.
"You're nothing more than a boy chasing shadows. Do you even understand the weight of what you've done?" Grayson asked his voice firm and scary.
Nathan's eyes narrowed.
"I've done what you couldn't—built something real. You've ruled through fear, but that ends now." Nathan said, his eyes filled with determination as he steps closer and looked straight into Grayson's eyes without a single blink.
