The carriage rattled as it moved through the streets of Havenhart, and Skye watched the city pass by through the window without really seeing it.
Lukas Valentine's words had found somewhere to land inside her that she hadn't expected them to.
She had walked into that office prepared for deflection, nervousness, and maybe a few small tells that she knew guilty people produced when confronted.
She knew them by heart, having grown among negotiations over large amounts of money.
That slight delay an honest businessman had before answering when he felt guilty about whatever price he quoted.
There was the overly careful word choice some used when trying to pull you into a scam deal.
And of course, the eyes that moved around and avoided eye contact when they were afraid of being caught.
She had not been prepared for someone to sit across from her and say, plainly and without flinching, that they were glad Kylo was dead.
