𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄
I fixed her with a hard stare and watched her try not to squirm under my scrutiny.
"Am I in trouble, Zayne?" Sonya asked, her voice betraying her nerves.
"I don't know, Sonya," I said, adjusting my glasses. "Are you?"
Her eyes darted, briefly meeting mine again before she looked away. She swallowed thickly. "Zayne, I might not have been completely honest about what happened that day," she admitted.
"Umm," I waited.
She had blanched, wringing her hands together but pointedly trying to keep the Oath Mark out of my sight; she was well aware, however, that it was too late. "I did not know she was dying, but we made Oaths to each other that night." She flipped her wrist for me to see, as if I did not already know of its existence.
"Go on," I urged, my words clipped.
