Chapter 8
Calla's POV
Brett's dead. The broadcast room smells like blood.
Emerson stands in the middle of it, unhurried, wiping the spatter off his face with two fingers. When he looks at me, something in his expression has shifted. Less contempt. More of something I like even less.
"You're smart, Calla." ...
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