FIA
The silence stretched between us like something alive and breathing.
Thorne turned to face me fully. His hands were still. His shoulders squared. When he spoke, his voice was cold.
"Are you accusing me of treason?"
I held the bottle tighter. My knuckles went white around the glass.
"I'm not accusing you of anything. I'm telling you what's in this bottle."
Morrigan stood from her chair. She didn't move closer. She stayed where she was and her hand gripped the armrest like it was the only thing keeping her upright.
"Do not antagonize her, Thorne."
"I have no choice, Grand Luna." He took a step toward me. His eyes burned behind his mask. "She is a manipulative woman who is known for trickery. I have no idea what you are trying to pull here but it will not be here. Not with the Grand Luna."
My chest tightened. Heat rushed through my veins and I wanted to throw the bottle at his head. But I forced myself to stay calm. To keep my voice steady.
