Keenan had seen her slip around in the dark. Her footsteps were unnecessarily light as she sneaked around. He stood in the dark corner watching her until she made her way up the stairs.
His grip on her shoulder was tight, but Keenan didn't have the mental capacity to care about her discomfort. He wanted an explanation for why she was creeping around.
"You expect me to believe that?" His voice was harsh as he yelled. He couldn't dare trust her; it would be the most fatal mistake.
He didn't know what plans Vilhelm had in store. He wouldn't be surprised if she had stepped out to find some way to communicate with her father. They had all blindsided him multiple times; it would be an error on his part to put anything past her.
She winced as his fingers dug into her shoulder, but Keenan was determined to get to the bottom of this no matter what. No matter the method he had to use.
