Ragnor
A flurry of emotions moved across Deirdre's face like a slideshow. Her green eyes were still wet from tears, but they widened in shock for a beat, flickering.
I caught the panic that skittered across her face before she blinked rapidly, and it was gone but I had seen it.
"I... I don't..." she stammered, her lower lip trembling.
Another tear escaped, rolling down her streaked pale cheek. Her mascara had smudged beneath her eyes, and I felt revulsion coil in my gut at the sight.
"I don't understand, Ragnor, what are you talking about?"
"What don't you understand, Didi?"
Every muscle in my body pulled taut. My eyes narrowed on her, a fire building fast in my chest. I didn't want to believe what was right in front of me, but facts didn't lie.
"You said it yourself. 'Would you rather have my cruel cousin again?' You knew exactly what happened in that elevator."
