Khai's pov
"Let him go." I spoke out. That was certainly a decision I didn't think I would ever be making again after my last encounter with him.
The guards both came to a halt. They released his arms and stepped back. I turned around slowly and looked at Robert. He was thinner than I remembered. The years of exile had not been comfortable ones and part of me was glad for that.
"You have five minutes," I said. "Choose your words carefully, else I wouldn't mind killing my own blood."
Robert straightened himself up, wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand and met my eyes. "I wasn't the one that killed her." He expressed, and it took everything inside of me not to lash at him.
"Excuse me?"
"Maya." He held my gaze even though every instinct he had must have been screaming
