C108 When Kings Fall for a Pawn.

The second his name left my lips, the air turned razor-sharp.

Silence.

Dontrell went rigid. Clayton’s expression barely shifted, but his eyes—those cold, calculating eyes—narrowed.

Andrew didn’t move, but I felt the shift. The flicker of awareness.

I had messed up. Badly. My excitement got the best of me, and now I had to think fast—cover my tracks before I landed in trouble.

So