He paused, letting the weight of his words settle like a stormcloud between them.
"And the same people you claim 'saved' you," he continued, his voice low and unyielding, "might very well be the ones who tried to kill you. You can't know for certain unless they're properly questioned..." His eyes darkened, lips curling into something grim. "Even if that means torturing them to get the truth."
Sorayah's heart pounded violently against her ribcage, the cold edge of his suspicion pressing against her like a blade.
'Rhys was right afterall,' she thought bitterly. 'Dimitri would have executed them the moment he got the chance.'
But she couldn't let him see that truth flicker in her expression. She forced herself into character....wide-eyed, innocent, shocked.
"Aimed at me...?" she whispered, eyes rounding as if the idea had never occurred to her. "Someone wanted me dead during the battle?"
Dimitri didn't flinch. His expression remained carved from stone.
