Trishal’s POV
How do you react to that kind of confession? And the thought that you are in the killer's room, currently hugging him closely at that.
I swallowed, my mouth suddenly void of moisture as I went stiff.
"Seeing your current state, I guess she didn't tell you this part?" he said, and I could sense hysteria in his voice.
"I'm sure it wasn't on purpose," I tried to reassure both myself and him.
He turned abruptly, forcing my hands to drop around him to my sides, and I flinched from the glare in his eyes directed at me.
I would have fallen flat on the bed, but I acted on instinct and propped my hands behind me so I was in a reclining position, not lying down.
"You think you know everything? Like you're some moon goddess priestess or something, always sticking that pretty face
