C228 Lie

Adea

“Well?”

His fingers squeeze my skin tight and I flinch back from the pain. When my response comes out muffled, he releases my chin and glares at me expectantly.

“I—”

“Who are you?” The guard growled, interrupting me, and cutting me off.

If he hadn’t interrupted I would have finished my sentence, telling him who I was. He would know the answer to that. Now that I’m free from his grasp