CH.54

The temperature in the room seemed to plummet as Knox’s eyes bored into the incriminating image.

The air grew thick and difficult to breathe due to the icy chill that seeped from his very pores.

His fists clenched tight around the photograph until it abruptly disintegrated into a fine ash that slipped through his fingers to scatter across the floor in a gray haze.

Seven watched the display with undisguised amusement dancing in his pale eyes, his lips quirking ever so slightly at the corners. "That picture is misleading. It was taken from a precise angle to make it appear as though Donna was being...intimate with that stranger." He spoke up in his usual mild tones, seemingly unbothered by the tension crackling through the air.

“Ouch… that stung like a bee!” Killian's grunt drew their attention.

Seven’s head instantly whipped toward direction to see the latter roll himself off the blade that held him stuck to the wall.

Killian’s gaze scanned the room, landing on the seething Kn