Zelia
My heart is beating unnaturally fast as Bellamy closes the door behind him and leaves me and Jehan alone. I have no idea what is going on in his mind. There is no way to tell if he believes me or not and I have no proof. I keep my eyes on my fingers where they are intertwined on my lap.
“You said my name and kissed me,” I blurt out when the silence gets too much for me. Honestly, I do not know why I have said it. It could be because I am trying to block out the reality that I have killed a man with a stolen weapon.
“You were hysterical,” Jehan snorts. “It was either a kiss or a slap. Consider yourself lucky.”
“Lucky?” I hiss and squint my eyes at him. “Are you mad? How is it lucky to save your life and then I have to fight for my own trying to explain to you that I had no ill int
