I stepped closer, each word like a blow.
“You knew your father tried to use her to kill my father and me—for money. And you still trusted him. You still helped him. That makes you no better than him. You’d have handed her over willingly. Let him break her again—just to prove a point.”
My voice dropped, deadly calm.
“And what? You thought he’d love you for it? That he’d pat your head and say ‘good girl’ because you betrayed the only family that cared about you? You thought you were different?”
I sneered.
“You weren’t special. You were next.”
I turned away, disgusted.
“You didn’t just help him steal from Steel Corp. You sold military secrets, too—I know you did. You left us vulnerable, stripped us of leverage, and for what? Some pathetic need for validation?”
I looked back once more,
