"Save it," Thessian interrupted, his voice like stone. "I know everything."
Daemon's expression didn't change. Not a flicker. Too controlled. Too perfect. But his eyes sharpened, scanning the room, assessing the situation with professional efficiency.
"I don't understand," he said smoothly.
"One hundred and twenty thousand dollars from Crown Enterprises," Liora said from her cage, her voice cutting through his performance like a blade. "Deposited into your offshore account seven months before the attack. Meeting with King Aldric in Valeria two weeks before Aria was murdered. Payments to Kael Thorne and Marcus Venn that trace back to your accounts through shell corporations."
Now Daemon's expression changed. Just slightly. A tightening around his eyes. A micro-expression of recognition that the game was over.
He looked at Liora with something that might have been respect. "Impressive work, Princess. You're far more capable than your father gave you credit for."
