Lennox's POV
"What!" Levi blurted out in utter shock, his voice echoing through the throne room. I exchanged a tense glance with him, his eyes wide with disbelief, then turned my gaze back to Silas as my frown deepened, my hand tightening around the iron in my grip.
"One more lie to me," I snarled, my voice low but trembling with rage, "and I swear I'll pierce this iron straight through your throat!" I spat the words out, refusing to believe the filth that had just fallen from Silas's mouth.
Silas scoffed, the corner of his mouth twitching into a mocking smile. "Why should I lie? If you think I'm spinning stories, then call your parents and ask them yourself. Four years ago, they came to me—handed me a hefty sum to forge those three letters. They told me exactly what to write, word for word, and when I was done, they took the letters away." he said, sounding so sure of his words.
