DANE'S POV
"What's your insight about what Maya declared?" I asked finally, my voice quiet but firm. I didn't look at him, not yet; I was still weighing the weight of her revelation.
The hall had grown silent, though the echo of Maya's words still rang in my mind like a bell struck too hard.
I sat back in the stone-carved chair, staring into the dim firelight as the room slowly emptied. Only Lord Max remained, standing with one hand resting on the hilt of a small shelf, his sharp eyes following the shadows along the walls as if they whispered secrets.
He stepped forward slowly, his boots making no sound against the ancient floor. "I never believed Cara's death was a suicide." He clarified.
I nodded, tightening my fingers around the edge of the armrest. "She claims it was murder."
Lor
