STANLEY'S POV
She uttered it like she was asking for extra cream in her coffee. It was so effortless and smooth.
"So what's the plan?" The line hit me like a slap, unexpected and rough. I blinked. My body froze halfway through its movement, hand in mid-air as I tried to push the table a little further. I had spent the last half-hour trying to make amends for my transgressions, wearing my guilt like a crown, hoping she would see remorse shining through every word I spoke.
But this? I wasn't sure this was forgiveness. This smelt of strategy. I seethed at her. Her face was calm and vacant, but her eyes, they blazed with something else. Determination. Revenge. A craving to regain power.
"What?" I breathed, not quite certain I'd heard right.
Liana's lips formed a tiny smile, but her words
