I watched with detached fascination as Natalie's performance reached new heights of melodrama. Tears streamed down her face, her hands trembling as she clutched Emma protectively to her side. The perfect picture of a terrified mother.
"She tried to have us killed, Julian!" Natalie sobbed, her voice breaking at all the right moments. "I've been afraid to say anything, but I can't stay silent anymore. Not after this attack!"
I crossed my arms, leaning against the wall. "That's quite a show, Natalie. Any proof to back up your wild accusations?"
Her tearful gaze turned venomous for a split second before the vulnerable mask slipped back into place. Julian stepped forward, positioning himself between us as if I were the threat.
"The proof is right there." Natalie pointed a shaking finger toward the man bound to a chair in the corner of the room—Derek Savage, the so-called attacker who'd conveniently confessed to being hired by me.
