Chapter 120 The Final Betrayal

The study was dim, lit only by the amber flicker of an antique chandelier. Shadows danced along the mahogany walls, whispering secrets Genevieve hadn’t yet uncovered. Caldwell sat at the head of the long obsidian table like a monarch among corpses, his fingers steepled beneath his chin, a silver ring catching the low light. His gaze held hers, sharp as glass, unyielding as steel. “I assume you thought it ended with Gideon,” he said, the faintest smirk curling at the corners of his mouth.