“Don’t lie to her,” Lucian says coldly. “We all know what you did.”
Andrew tries to push himself up, his good arm reaching toward my leg. “Astra, please, you have to listen to me—”
Before his mangled fingers can touch me, Lucian slams his foot down on Andrew’s hand. The sound of bones crunching makes my stomach turn, but I don’t look away.
“Don’t touch her with your filthy hands,” Lucian snarls.
Andrew screams, cradling his crushed hand against his chest. Tears stream down his face as he looks up at me with desperate eyes.
“Please,” he begs. “Please, Astra. You have to save me. I love you. I’ve always loved you.”
I study his face, this man who was once the center of all my hopes and dreams. “No, you don’t.”
“I do! I swear I do!” His voice cracks with desperation. “They forced me to
