"Why did you make me believe that you burned my people?"
The meeting was over, and now I was left alone in the room with Rion. He had told me to stay behind so we could talk about the details of how I'd get my body into its best shape.
He was no longer sitting. He stood beside the chair at the head of the table, leaning on it a little, with a glass of dark liquid in his hand, probably liquor.
He kept bottles of liquor in the very room where he conducted important meetings with his trusted pack members.
Formality had really been thrown out the window, huh?
"I didn't make you believe that. You jumped to the conclusion that I burned your people. I only burned a few houses, and those belonged to your council members. You thought the worst of me. That's hardly my fault." He shrugged, as if it were no big deal.
I felt embarrassed. My face burned, but I couldn't keep my gaze off him. Could I really trust that there were no casualties? That there were no innocent lives taken?
