Chapter 125

The kitchen echoed with muffled arguments, Kat’s soprano voice punctuating the tense atmosphere. Krystal’s mother's venomous retorts barely contained her frustration, while Sebastian remained seated on the couch, absorbing the tumult as he processed everything I'd shared. Williams, beside him, couldn't hide his broad grin, a stark contrast to his typically serious demeanor. He leaned forward eagerly, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "How'd you do it, kid? Did he beg?" Williams’s question jolted me, momentarily transporting me back to the scene of Maverick’s demise—blood, earth, and the eerie stillness of death.