IVAN'S POV
What the hell?
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. My mind spun, gears grinding too fast to keep up.
How the fuck was she here? How could she have known anything? What even did she know?
Even Maeve didn't learn of my supposed "instability" until the rumors had already spread. At most, during the Severance, she'd been morbidly confused. If anything, I looked like a pissed-off man.
So how in the Goddess' name did Nina get her hands on the story?
My heart tightened, pounding as a range of questions flooded my mind—confusion growing louder than logic by the second.
Nina's face was carved blank. Expressionless. Quietly calm as she stepped to the center of the chamber.
The last time we'd met, she'd helped me sneak Asha out for the helicopter trip. Had I read her wrongly? Was this targeted?
For the first time since this farce began, I was allowed to sit while someone else took the stand.
