I was on my knees, my breath coming in shallow gasps as the weight of their stares bore down on me. My heart pounded in my chest, loud and erratic. I could feel the tension in the room, thick and oppressive, like it might crush me any second.
"I'm sorry..." I whispered, my voice trembling. "I didn’t mean—"
"Didn't mean what?" Blaze’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and biting. He was pacing, his fists clenched at his sides, barely containing the anger radiating off him. "Didn't mean to lie? To hide this from us?"
My stomach twisted painfully, and I couldn’t look up. The guilt was overwhelming, suffocating. I’d never felt so small, so exposed.
"Look at me," Luther said, his tone low, but the command in his voice was undeniable. Reluctantly, I lifted my gaze, meeting his stormy eyes
