"He's lying," Jocelynn heard herself say, the words slipping past her lips before she could stop them. Her voice was thin, strained, and barely recognizable as her own, but she forced herself to continue. "My lord, please, you can't trust him. This is what he does. He twists everything, turns every situation to his advantage. It's another of his sick games."
But even as she spoke, she could see Owain considering it. Could see the wheels turning behind his eyes as he weighed the value of the information against the satisfaction of revenge.
"Let's say, for a moment, that I believe you. You said that you wanted three things from me, and the first is to use the information that you possess. What else is it that you're after?" Owain asked, his tone carefully neutral, as if he were truly considering the other man's offer.
