FIA
"You will probably not believe me," I said, meeting his eyes. "But I will be honest."
He waited, his expression neatly unreadable in the candlelight.
"There is no point protecting people who threw me to the wolves." The words tasted bitter on my tongue. "I read the letters because Hazel did not. I was just being a good sister."
"Really?" His voice was flat, skeptical. "And it has nothing to do with the fact that you have been plotting to have me from the very beginning?"
I scoffed, pushing my chair back. The legs scraped against the stone floor. I moved to walk past him, done with this conversation, done with his constant suspicion.
"I was joking."
I stopped, turned and shot him a look that could have frozen water. "Jokes are supposed to be funny."
His frown deepened. "I guess what I am saying is... I believe you."
My heart stuttered. No. It skipped an entire beat before resuming its rhythm. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my face neutral. "Why?"
