She didn't know what to do.
Zane's gaze remained unreadable as he led her into the mansion.
The moment they stepped inside, he shut the door behind them.
Then—The sound of a lock clicking into place.
At that moment Emma's breath hitched.
Then Zane slowly turned to face her.
His expression was calm, but his eyes were sharp, calculating.
Then, in a tone that was low, slow, and unmistakably dangerous, he asked.
"Did you tell Sofia anything?"
Immediately his eyes bore into hers, unblinking.
"Anything at all?"
Hearing what Zane just said.
Emma remained silent for a moment, her breath unsteady.
Zane's eyes were locked onto her, sharp, waiting.
She knew he was analyzing her, trying to pick apart her every reaction.
And yet—She wasn't lying.
Finally, she took a slow breath and answered carefully.
"I didn't tell Sofia anything."
Zane's expression remained unreadable.
He studied her, his gaze unwavering.
