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.

slightly, his gaze landing on me

you been working with them?" I pressed, keeping my voice

back against the

voice quiet but clear,

the silence.

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

shift was immediate. Andros's composure cracked like a fragile mask dropped to the

twitching again, this time not in amusement but

the faint sheen of

but no sound came

brother who had stood over our father's

was someone else entirely-someone who looked almost...

I couldn't let myself

happened in the past, that would be

used to think that he was a kind man, a loving brother, and a

his half sister, unlike

did I know, it

right now could be an

actor than Giselle. I

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

gaze sharpened, his indifference slipping into something heavier as his dark eyes

edge of defiance lacing his tone. "But

narrowed my eyes, searching his expression for any sign of deceit. But

a fortress-his features gave away nothing

earlier was gone,

shifted beside

refuse to tell us about

his voice colder now, then I'll ask

question."

noticing the way his