Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 400: Shadows Of Truth

Astrid's POV

The dungeon was cold, the air damp and heavy with the scent of mildew and rusted iron.

Shadows danced on the rough stone walls as the faint light flickered, casting a dim, suffocating glow.

Killian stood beside me, his jaw tight and his arms crossed, every line of his body radiating tension.

Across from us, Andros sat slumped against the wall of his cell, his hands loosely bound in front of him.

His face was a mask of indifference, his eyes distant and unfocused as if he were a world away. He didn't look at us, didn't even flinch as we approached.

"Andros," I said, keeping my voice steady.

He didn't move. His breathing was even, his gaze fixed somewhere over my shoulder.

Killian took a step forward, his boots echoing on the stone floor. "Are you working with the rogues?" he demanded, his voice hard, cutting through the silence like a blade.

Nothing. Not even a flicker of recognition.

Killian's fists clenched at his sides. "Answer me, Andros. Are you one of them?”

I studied Andros carefully, searching for any sign of reaction, but his face was an empty canvas. It was as if we weren't even there.

Killian and I expected this, that he would refuse to cooperate. In the past, he would rather be killed than to ask for forgiveness.

The silence stretched, growing heavier with each passing second. My patience frayed, but I forced myself to remain calm.

"Your silence speaks for you," I said, taking a step closer to the iron bars. "If you won't deny it, then I can only assume it's true."

That caught his attention. Andros's eyes finally shifted, the faintest flicker of annoyance crossing his features.

turned his head slightly, his gaze landing on me for the first

long have you been working with them?" I pressed, keeping

He leaned back against the wall, letting the silence hang for

he said, his voice quiet but clear, "was when I made a deal

me, his breath audible in the silence. I swallowed, the weight of his

now. "You mean the

Andros's composure cracked like a fragile mask dropped

again, this time not

blinked, his lashes fluttering against the faint

opened as if to speak, but no sound came

cold, indifferent brother who had stood over our father's body

else entirely-someone who looked almost...

couldn't let

from what happened in the past,

used to think that he was a kind man,

entirely as his half sister, unlike Asha who had

I know, it was

right now could be an

a better actor than Giselle. I

at the sliver of emotion that crossed his face, refusing to believe it. "It's too late for you to show

slipping into something heavier

what you want to think," he said, his voice steady, the faintest edge of defiance lacing his tone.

his expression for any

a fortress-his features gave

emotion I had seen earlier was gone, replaced by

beside

"Since you refuse to tell

colder now, then I'll ask a

question."

turned to him, noticing the way his jaw tensed, the muscle jumping