"Will you also kill yourself to escape from your crime?"
Averon stared at Primrose in disbelief. Her tone was calm and flat, but the look in her eyes made it feel like she wanted him dead right then and there.
He swallowed hard before answering, "W-Why would I do that?! I'm not guilty at all, so I have no reason to run!"
A small smile appeared on Primrose's lips. "I see," she said softly. "You sound so sure that I almost want to believe you… but…"
Her gaze shifted toward the corridor in the west wing. "There's no harm in checking."
Without another word, Edmund pulled Averon aside and led the way into the west wing. Unlike yesterday, the doors were no longer locked, but every time Edmund opened one, the room inside was empty.
