Catalina made her way towards Grayson, and Pete had to actively resist the urge to move between them.
"You detained Lilianna."
Catalina's voice was low, controlled, trembling at the edges as she held back on lunging at Grayson.
After all, this was still the son of her best friend.
"Without informing her family. Without legal counsel. Without a single word to the people who brought her into this world. You locked her in a basement—a basement, like some common criminal—in a facility you deemed safe—"
She swept one gloved hand at the devastation surrounding them.
"—but clearly not safe enough."
Grayson looked at her motionless. His eyes rested on Catalina without flinching, without challenging. His expression betrayed nothing—no defensiveness, no guilt, no anger.
He simply let Catalina rant all she wanted.
Pete knew that Grayson probably knew that any response from him would be weaponized against himself, and so Grayson offered none.
