Lyra's POV
"You probably won't believe a word I'm about to say," I told him, forcing myself to hold his stare. "But I'm going to tell you the truth anyway."
He remained silent, his face an unreadable mask in the flickering candlelight.
"There's no sense in protecting people who fed me to the lions." The words left a sharp taste in my mouth. "I read those letters because Daphne refused to. I was trying to be the sister she needed."
"Is that so?" His tone was cold, doubtful. "And this has absolutely nothing to do with your scheme to trap me from day one?"
I let out a harsh laugh, shoving my chair back. The sound echoed off the stone walls as I stood, ready to walk away from this pointless interrogation.
"I wasn't being serious."
I froze mid-step, spinning around to glare at him with ice in my eyes. "Humor requires actual wit."
His scowl deepened. "What I'm trying to say is... I think you're telling the truth."
