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.

gaze

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

by the question. He leaned back against the wall, letting the silence

said, his voice quiet but

me, his breath audible in the silence. I

colder now. "You mean the deal that ended with our

like a fragile mask dropped

twitching again, this time not in amusement but in something that looked painfully close to

lashes fluttering against the

opened as if to speak, but no sound came out. For

cold, indifferent brother who had stood over our father's body without a

else entirely-someone who looked

couldn't let

something I regret from what happened in the past, that would

a kind man, a loving brother, and a filial

sister, unlike

it was all

that he is showing right now could be an act as

better actor than Giselle. I had to be more vigilant

his face, refusing to believe

his indifference slipping into something heavier as his dark

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

eyes, searching his expression for any

always, was a fortress-his

emotion I had seen earlier was gone,

beside

you refuse to tell us about your connection

his voice colder now,

question."

noticing the way his