ARYA
"I'm offended by that look on your face. Did you really think I was dumb?" Daxton said, and I blinked at him, my mind reeling.
"If you knew the truth all along, why...why did you keep me alive?" I asked, and he sighed.
"You don't realize it, do you?"
I frowned, blinking in confusion. "Realize what?"
He stared at me for a moment. Then he straightened, wincing slightly as his hand hovered over his wound.
"The hatred that you feel is not entirely yours," he stated.
The more he spoke, it felt as though I was spiralling further into confusion. Nothing made sense to me anymore.
"If it's not entirely mine, what is it?"
The wound on his chest sealed up, and he turned away from me. I watched him as he sank into his chair, his intense gaze fixed on me.
"You must have heard rumours abo
