Ruby’s POV
Manson’s golden eyes bore into mine, waiting for my answer.
The weight of my decision pressed against my chest like an iron chain.
Did I believe Levi, the ghost of a brother who had returned with accusations?
Or did I believe Manson, the mate who had hidden the truth from me for so long?
Neither of them was entirely innocent.
Neither of them was entirely guilty.
I exhaled slowly, tightening my grip on the parchment in my hands. "I need answers, Manson. And I’m going to get them myself."
His expression hardened. "What does that mean?"
"It means I’m not choosing a side." I stepped back, putting space between us. "Not until I know the full truth."
Manson’s jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "Ruby"
I shook my head. "I trusted you. But trust isn’t bli
