Ravenna's POV
The photographs hit the marble floor with a dull, flat slap. I looked down, frozen, as a dozen faces stared up at me.
It was Anny in her teaching uniform, laughing brightly with her students—each photo stamped with neat little timestamps, each one a quiet, damning proof of my lie.
I gulped and looked back at him, desperate to salvage the situation. “Look, I—”
“Don’t.” He raised a hand, stopping me mid-word. “Look at the remaining pictures before you cook up whatever excuse you’re about to give.”
I looked back at the floor and used my leg to push the photos apart.
"Shit." I cursed under my breath. They were pictures of me leaving the house earlier—entering the same van that took me and Keating.
I looked back at Lucien—his face was cold, yet it radiated u
