Miranda wasn't done. Not even close.
She stood in the center of the chamber like a like a wolf circling its cornered prey.
Her green eyes swept the room... faces stiff, some pale, others twisting with unease. Then her gaze found Marcus.
A grin tugged at her lips. Not the professional smile she'd worn earlier, but something sharper, meaner, promising the hunt was only warming up.
Marcus flinched under it. The swagger he'd been leaning on all day drained out of him like water from a cracked glass.
Beside him, Tyler and Robert shifted in their seats, suddenly aware they weren't safe on the sidelines anymore.
When Miranda's eyes cut to Pierce, his stomach twisted.
The medical evidence had already gutted his case, but that grin told him she had one last card, and it was going to hurt.
She let the silence stretch, almost cruelly, watching Marcus squirm and Pierce's fingers dig into the edge of his table.
