C7 The Blood on His Hands

Lyria

Silence.

I continue staring at Cassian as he stood completely still with no expression on his face.

Not angry.

Not even surprised at the prisoner words.

Just silent.

But that silence was already enough for me as an answer.

My chest tightened.

"Is it true?"

He didn't answer.

I stepped closer to him.

"Cassian."

His gray eyes met mine.

"Lyria, you need to leave."

My heart sank