Chapter 7: Plotting
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Chapter 7
~Rhiannon’s POV~
I didn’t blink.
Darian’s display wasn’t lost on me—nor was the way he watched me, like I was some enigma he wanted to tear open and solve with his hands.
I leaned back in my seat, my own gaze steady. "What? Shocked I didn’t grow up in a kennel?" My voice came out even, laced with ice. "Sorry to disappoint."
Something flickered in Kael’s eyes, but he didn’t speak. Talon was already smirking again, as if amused by the tension.
Lucien glanced away like he was weighing my words against something heavier.
But Darian didn’t back off. "No. I’m shocked you’re still sitting there like you haven’t lied to all of us already."
That pulled something out of me. I stood, chains clinking faintly as I did. "I never lied. You made assumptions."
He stepped forward, just once, close enough to make the room shrink. "We don’t assume. We read, we listen, we smell lies."
I didn’t flinch. "Then you’re not reading right." Because deep within me, I knew that all their intentions and thoughts were secret from the other.