''Why?'' Tyrian asked, ''Because you don't trust us yet?''
''I don't know you. Why would I trust you?'' I asked, and I saw hurt in their expressions, but I continued. I might as well tell them as much of the truth as I could. Enough to convince them why I lied, and still get what I want from them... But... What did I want from them now? It had only been a few hours since we'd met, and already, I couldn't get them off my mind. They were distracting me from my task. ''And... I had to keep up the lie. If the King knew, I remembered that it was him who killed my mother, and tried to kill me. He'd attempt to hurt me again. Only by keeping up the lie, can I survive.''
''No, Freya, you're wrong. Dad didn't try to kill you,'' Tyrian said quickly, his face serious for the first time since we'd me
