At that moment he lowered his gaze for a moment, pressing his lips together, his heart racing. Then he slowly looked back up.
"And now…"
He paused, his chest rising and falling quickly as if he were choking on the truth he didn't know how to say.
"…you're all looking at me like I'm the cause of it."
He swallowed hard.
"I don't know what any of you did. I don't know what person you're talking about. I don't know who she is, I don't know what she means to the Victor. I'm just as clueless as you all are."
He leaned back against the chair, eyes heavy with confusion and pain, his voice now nothing more than a whisper.
"I swear… I don't know the person you're looking for."
At that moment, hearing what James just said, the tension in the room exploded like a firecracker.
One of the men slammed his hand hard against the table, the loud bang echoing across the walls, startling even James.
