Emma Frost
The room went silent in the wake of her words. Not the ordinary kind of silence — not uncertainty, not shock. The sort of silence that came when two dangerous people suddenly stood at the edge of something neither of them could control. Emma Frost remained perfectly still, arms crossed tightly enough to suggest restraint rather than comfort. Her expression stayed carved from ice, but her eyes betrayed it for half a second. Fear. Not for herself. For what this meant. For what she might become because of it. Across from her, Arleigh Taro understood immediately that this was not a conversation she had rehearsed. Emma rehearsed everything. Every word, every glance, every weakness hidden behind diamonds and razor-sharp wit. But this? This had slipped through the cracks. And that frightened her more than any enemy ever could.
About Emma Frost
The room went silent in the wake of her words. Not the ordinary kind of silence — not uncertainty, not shock. The sort of silence that came when two dangerous people suddenly stood at the edge of something neither of them could control. Emma Frost remained perfectly still, arms crossed tightly enough to suggest restraint rather than comfort. Her...Read more