Chapter 32 · Name the Debt

Voss didn't move. Didn't speak. Just kept his hand on that sword hilt like he was waiting for Ronan to make the first mistake.

I was still on my knees, blood dripping off my palm onto the stone floor. My heart hammered so hard I thought everyone in the room could hear it. The assassin's body was cooling next to me. His last words still hung in the air like smoke.

Someone opened the vault door that night. Someone who knew the code.

Only three people knew it. The king. The queen. And Voss.

Ronan stood five feet from his captain, and the look on his face made my stomach drop. I'd seen him angry before. I'd seen him lose control to the moon-rage. But this was different. This was cold. Calculated. The kind of rage that didn't burn hot, it just froze everything in its path.

"Say something," Ronan said quietly.

Voss's jaw tightened. "What do you want me to say?"

"The truth."

"You already decided what you think is true."

"Then prove me wrong." Ronan's voice didn't rise. Didn't need to. "Tell me you weren't there. Tell me you didn't open that door.