"Have you gone mad, Sophie? Why are you doing this—tell me!" Shane demanded, his voice rising with urgency and disbelief. He couldn't keep it in anymore. His composure cracked. He had tried to remain calm, tried to make sense of it all, but this—this was too far.
He stared at her, searching her face for even the slightest trace of the woman he once knew. Yes, she had been trained at the Center. Yes, she was no stranger to death, pain, or blood. And if he was being jonest with himself, that part of her intruiged her had attracted him to her more, he loved the fact that she was not some weak princess or damsel in distress but rather she was a queen, his queen. But this? This didn't make sense. She had always cared for Kia. She liked him. Anf he knew she would never kill Kai, she had no reason to.
Sophie didn't answer immediately. Instead, her expression hardened. Her cold eye met his gaze, showing not even a flicker of remorse. It was like he was staring into a bottomless pit.
