Mirellie
The silence after his accusation felt suffocating.
I stared down at my hands twisting together tightly in my lap while the storm battered violently against the lodge windows. Rain slammed against the glass hard enough to sound like stones, and every few seconds thunder rattled through the suite like the sky itself was splitting apart.
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” He rested as if I’d not heard him the first time. His voice remained cold and controlled, but tension sat sharply beneath it now.
I looked up slowly. “What?”
Evander leaned back slightly against the couch, dark eyes fixed on me with growing irritation.
“The lamp,” he said flatly. “You knocked it over intentionally.”
Shock flickered through me immediately.
“I didn’t,” I said quickly. “I was trying to be q
