The room was painfully quiet.
Lily stood in the center, shaking slightly. Her legs felt weak, her breath shallow. Zayn stood across from her, arms crossed, his face hard to read. The fire in the room gave off warmth, but she couldn’t feel it. All she felt was fear, heavy in her chest.
“Just tell me the truth,” Zayn said, his voice low but sharp. “Did you steal the totems?”
Lily quickly shook her head, eyes already filling with tears. Her mouth moved slowly, shaking a little—but clear.
‘No.’
She lifted one hand, placing the other over her heart. Her lips moved, trying to say the words that couldn’t come out. Her whole body was tense.
Zayn narrowed his eyes. “You’re swearing on it now?”
She nodded slowly.
His voice stayed cold. “Don’t lie to me, Lily. I don’t care what you’ve been through. If I find out you’re lying….”
Her hands trembled, but she didn’t step back.
Instead, she took a cautious step forward and reached for his hand.
