Vivienne's laugh was soft, but it cracked at the edges. "Velloran was a partner, nothing more. You think too highly of your own warnings."
Trevor's eyes didn't waver, the faint gleam of his ring catching the desk light as he shifted his stance. "A partner?" His voice was quiet, almost conversational. "You experimented on omegas under the cover of his name. You let him bankroll your delusions, but he disappeared, and his wealth was nothing more than dust."
Vivienne's lips pressed into a thin line, the brittle smile faltering for the first time. "Delusions?" she repeated, voice tightening. "Is that what you call ambition now? You, of all people, should understand what it means to want more than the role handed to you."
Trevor's expression didn't change, though the light from the monitor caught the sharp angle of his jaw. "How does it feel to be ignored by your world, hmm? How does it feel to be cast aside while the world that revolved around you left you behind?"
