He took a step toward me, and the air in the cave felt like it was being sucked out. He didn't look like a hero. He looked like a man who had spent fifteen years drinking poison and was finally ready to spit it back out.
"I recognized those eyes," he hissed, slamming his dagger into the wooden table next to him. The loud THUD made me jump. "You were much harder to read as a child than as an adult, Rhea. The dark-haired girl. The shock that flared in your eyes when recognition settled in them. You are the one who walked over my family’s body with no expression on your face. You watched it all like it was a show.”
"I was a child, Caden! I was terrified!" I cried out, my voice breaking.
"You were a Garrick!" he roared, his voice shaking the cave walls. He crossed the distance between us i
