The moment Carson said he had a suspect, Andromeda felt her heartbeat slam against her ribs. She took a step forward, her breath coming in short, quick bursts.
“Tell me,” she demanded. “Give me a name.”
But Carson just smirked, folding his arms over his chest. “No information comes free, Princess. Everything has a price.”
Andromeda clenched her fists. She was ready for this. “Then name it,” she said firmly. “I’ll pay whatever it is.”
Carson let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “See, that’s the problem. I’m not in the habit of throwing accusations around. We have a suspect, yes. But no solid proof.” His sharp gaze met hers. “And I don’t just throw blame without evidence. That’s not how we work.”
Andromeda’s jaw tightened. She understood what he was saying, but it wasn’t
