I held Clarissa Johnson suspended by her throat, watching her face turn from white to red as she struggled for breath. Her flowing robes swayed with her desperate movements, feet dangling uselessly in the air.
"You expect me to believe that you came to warn me?" I loosened my grip just enough to let her draw in a ragged breath. "The same woman who stood by while Barrett Hill tortured innocent people?"
"I didn't know!" she gasped, clawing at my hand. "I swear I didn't know what they were planning for your wife!"
Kenneth stepped closer, his face a mask of suspicion. "She's lying, Master Knight. The Covenant keeps no secrets from its inner circle members."
I studied her face, searching for deception. Fear was evident in her wide eyes, but something else lurked beneath—desperation, perhaps? Or was it genuine ignorance?
