Chapter 68
Kross
I didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. Didn’t let it show on my face.
But my body… my body knew.
Every cell in me locked tight when the door opened and Vaughn stepped into the interrogation room.
My jaw clenched so hard I nearly cracked a molar.
He looked calm. Too calm. Not scared, not guilty. Just blank — like he’d already chosen a side and it wasn’t mine.
It was expected.
Our eyes met for a second.
And then he looked away. Just like that.
No greeting. No smirk. No “sorry I faked your girl’s message and hung you out to dry.” Just nothing.
Coach Shawn motioned him to the seat across from me. Vaughn sat down — straight posture, cold expression, hands folded like a f*****g soldier.
The silence between us was louder than any scream.
The royal interrogator, Malvic, sat i
