CHAPTER NINETY TWO – LIKE VULTURES TO THE SPOIL

Lance seemed to reach the same conclusion in that moment, visibly steeling himself before replying in a tone that could have frozen helium. "Don't bother trying to salvage this sham any further...Vossi. We know everything - your true identity, your agenda, your entire motive for this sick, twisted con." The miniscule flinch at her real surname was almost imperceptible. But it was all the confirmation Kayla needed that they had, at long last, cornered their viper. In the span of a few taut, frisson-charged seconds, the guileless facade melted away from Vossi's demeanor like a shed skin. What emerged beneath was something utterly remorseless, stripped of artifice - the consummate predator unmasked. "Well then." Her voice was a cold, precise instrument as the final veneers of their faux sororal intimacy were unceremoniously jettisoned. "I suppose the jig is well and truly up, as they say." Her lips curved in a thin, chilling facsimile of amusement. "You certainly took your sweet time