Charis
"What?" the boys said simultaneously.
I took a deep breath.
"I said I was the person at the door of the kitchen when you were discussing your plans earlier this morning," I said, looking directly at Rhett and Slater.
Both of them froze. Slater's hand stopped moving on my arm, and Rhett pulled back slightly to stare at me.
"What the hell are you all planning?" I continued, sitting up straighter. "I've told you several times that there's no need to suspect Isolde—"
"You don't see the evil in people, and that's a flaw," Kael interrupted from where he sat at the foot of the bed. "You must learn to see both the good and evil in people to help you survive."
My chest tightened. "You're the one to talk," I fired back. "Didn't you condemn me to death?"
Kael's face darkened, his hands clenching into fists. "Didn't we agree we wouldn't talk about it again?" he yelled. "Why are you bringing it up?"
He stood up abruptly and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
