I tried my best to control the way my eyes widened, but it didn’t work.
Jita? The craftsman?
I was absolutely certain we hadn’t even left a scratch on his body. We had threatened him, yes, but we had left him alive, frightened, and very much breathing.
If we didn’t do it, then who did?
Rwanda’s gaze met mine, and she scrutinized me with sharp, icy eyes that seemed to peel through flesh and bone. I ignored her and turned to Sophia, giving her a weary, guarded look.
Sophia met my stare head-on, her expression fierce and unreadable.
I rolled my eyes.
We all seemed to be silently accusing one another.
I glanced back at Sia and Lisa, questioning them with my eyes, silently asking if they had anything to do with this.
The looks on their faces told me everything. They were just as confus
