After those words, Atticus' hand gravitated dangerously closer to her throat before slowly wrapping around it.
Arabella's breathing quickened and grew shallower as he forced her head to lean onto his chest without applying any pressure. Well, at least not the painful or suffocating kind.
For her own sake, she made no effort to fight it and simply shut her eyes in the hopes another realm would sweep her out of that reality.
"Were you given a choice to enter that relationship with him?"
Despite her previous answer to him about choosing Silas, it seemed the General refused to take her word for it.
"I was," she murmured, refusing to reopen her eyes lest they'd connect with their interlaced reflection on the bathroom wall.
From then on, he leaped onto a different thread in the same topic, "I assume you were gifted a brooch upon tying the knot. There was none on your person when you first arrived at the castle,"
