KNOX’S POV
He blinks, the picture of innocence. “I’m not sure I understand. I explained the purpose quite clearly at the beginning of the evening. Conflict resolution. Closure. An opportunity for all parties to—”
“Bullshit.”
The word is deadpan, and I see Logan’s head snap up, see Gale’s sobbing stutter into silence, see Harrison’s mask flicker for just a moment before sliding back into place.
“I beg your pardon?”
I lean back in my chair, letting a slow grin spread across my face.
“This is supposedly a conflict resolution. Neutral territory. A chance for everyone to clear the air and move on with their lives.” I gesture around the room — at the bloodstained tablecloth, the broken dishes, the general c*****e of the evening. “But you didn’t bring us here for peace, Harrison. You brough
