Outside the ward, the heavy silence finally cracked when Kathrine stopped mid-step.
"What are you hiding, Daniel?"
Her voice was calm, but the words carried weight. Enough to make Daniel halt.
He turned slowly, as though he had all the time in the world, his gaze settling on her face with an unreadable stillness. "What?"
"I know you know something about that man," Kathrine continued, her eyes narrowing. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to trap Collin that day."
She had always known Daniel Clafford was dangerous—not in the loud, obvious way, but in the quiet kind that made you realize too late that the ground beneath you had already shifted. He was sharp, observant, and always several moves ahead. A man who never revealed his entire hand.
Daniel studied her for a few seconds longer than necessary before slipping one hand into his pocket. "I simply used a fact," he said mildly. "That's all."
Kathrine's jaw tightened. "What fact?"
