Chapter 347
Chapter 347:
“Lyric.” Jaris’s voice was cold as he called my name.
It made my heart momentarily halt, but I still couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze.
“Lyric!” He called again, sterner.
I finally looked at him.
“With me p>
He started toward the door, giving me a silent instruction to follow.
“King Jaris, do we need to come along?” Cole asked, but Jaris didn’t even spare him a glance, and he knew better than to follow without permission.
It was hard to breathe, but I forced my feet forward, going after Jaris, not knowing what my fate was about to become.
I followed him into what looked like a storeroom, feeling guilty that I was ruining what was meant to be the happiest day of his life.
Gone was the cheerful Jaris who was ready to smile at my jokes. This one looked stern and discontented, like a king who had serious matters to attend to.
He walked to the end of the room, facing the wall with one hand in his pocket. I’d give anything to know what was running through his mind.
“I need to know the truth, Lyric.” He turned to me after a minute. “In here, it’s just the two of us. So I don’t want you stuttering or lying to me about anything p>
I lowered my head, soon feeling cold tears hitting my cheeks.
“Did you have anything to do with the death of that Executioner?” His question hit me hard, more painful than when the Executioners had thrown it at me.
“That day, you’d gone missing from the party around the same time she was killed in the restroom. When you walked in on us and found her dead, you looked more ill than shocked. And when I checked on you in your room, you looked… pale.” He huffed, like he was just discovering a truth he’d been too blind to see.
“Had you been trying to flee when Caden caught you that night? Did I ignore the signs when they were right in front of me?” I sobbed even harder, my head still lowered.
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“Damn it, I need answers, Lyric! Are the Executioners telling the truth?! Are you a Siphon p>
The rage in his voice made me recoil a little. I lifted my eyes to meet his, and the look in them was terrifying. He didn’t just look confused—he looked hurt. Betrayed. It killed me to know I was responsible for that.
“I’m so sorry,” I whimpered, slowly beginning to accept the fact that I was doomed.
I could ignore the Executioners, but I couldn’t ignore or lie to Jaris. I didn’t want to risk him going fully mad and unleashing hell on me.
“What are you sorry for, Lyric?” His eyebrows were tight, as if a sliver of him still hoped this was just a deception.
“You can take me to them.” I pushed some of my hair back with shaky fingers. “I—I won’t blame you. I know I’m not supposed to exist. I shouldn’t be here, in your life. I’m so sorry.” I was hardly making sense, my emotions bursting forth in chaotic phrases.