Ambrosia POV
“They found me in a room painted red and carpeted with viscera. No one would tell me outright, but there was too much for it just to have been one or two. And there were some gammas that didn’t return that night…” I hid my face in my hands, afraid to look at him.
Sylvia wound around my legs. We’d never talked about that night.
I still didn’t want to.
The silence could have stretched on forever, and I would have been happier for it. Instead, it was broken by a long exhale and a single word. “Wow.”
“Yeah.” I gathered my wits and took a sip of wine, no longer hiding my face, but continuing to deny him eye contact. “Anyway, Phlox saw Chrys die. He knew it wasn’t by my hand, but he knew I was in that room. And he knew I’d come out of it alive. I didn’t kill her, but I didn’t
