Roisin
I stilled, the sound of Visaris’ question reverberating in my skull like a death sentence. My blood turned cold, adrenaline shooting up my spine. His eyes—those unrelenting green eyes—were locked on me, sharp, merciless, demanding truth I could not, must not, give him. If he knew, if he even suspected… everything would go to hell.
My thoughts spun out of control, clawing for any escape, any deflection, anything to pull him from this dangerous line of questioning. My throat worked around a lump of panic as I forced myself to meet his stare, even though my heart thundered against my ribs like it wanted to burst free.
"Do you really believe I’m capable of murder, Visaris?" My voice shook so much I wanted to scream. I was terrified. Terrified of what his suspicion meant, what the tru
