Rhea Everwood
“I don’t know anything, Alpha,” he had choked out, his voice hoarse, a tremor running through his frame. “I was just… passing by, got caught and that’s all.”
My lip curled at his lies, he must think I am stupid, “Passing by?” I repeated, my voice a low growl, devoid of any warmth.
“Yes, why can’t you just believe me, if I were truly a spy, I wouldn’t be seen or get caught by your guards so easily,” his eyes darted, searching mine for a flicker of pity but he found none. My grip tightened, the knife pressing further, just enough to break the skin, a thin crimson line blooming. Sage gasped, an involuntary whimper escaping his lips.
“I’m telling the truth!” he insisted, his voice rising in panic. “I swear! I can prove it!”
My brow furrowed. Prove it? How could he prove any
