He stood up, his presence looming over me. He was the King of Lies, and I was the only one who had finally caught him in the act. But as he stepped closer, the space between us shrinking to nothing, I realized the most dangerous lie of all was the one I was telling myself: that I actually wanted to take him down.
"You’re late, Elara," he said, not looking up from his desk.
"Then do it," he challenged, his gaze dropping to my lips. "But remember, if I go down, I’m taking you with me. Because you’ve been lying to yourself about why you’re really in this office at midnight."