Zoe POV

I advance.

Chloe takes a step back. I take one forward, and she takes another, and her composure collapses into something that shows teeth — jaw tight, eyes flashing, the vicious expression of someone losing ground they intended to hold. I don't stop. I let my voice out and it's loud, deliberate, the kind of loud that fills a room without needing Alpha authority behind it.

"You came in here and lied," I say. "You stood in front of people who grieved for you and ...