Franklin's jaw tightened slowly, the muscle there ticking once, twice, before he finally spoke, and when he did, his voice wasn't loud, it wasn't explosive, rather steady, cold, and fierce in a way that made it clear he had already thought this through a hundred times.
"I love Fred like a brother," he said, and the irony of that didn't even make him blink, "but for everything he did to Cassie, he's going to pay for it."
Nathan leaned back slightly, studying him like he was trying to measure the depth of that calm. "And you think withholding all that information from him is going to make him pay?"
Franklin shook his head, slow and almost patient, like he had expected that question and was slightly amused by how small it sounded compared to what he had planned. "No," he said, his
