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

you been working with them?" I

faintly, as if amused by the question. He leaned back against the wall, letting the silence hang for

voice quiet but

beside me, his breath audible in the silence. I swallowed,

I asked, my tone colder now. "You mean the deal

was immediate. Andros's composure cracked like

time not in amusement but in something that

against the faint sheen of moisture in his

if to speak, but no sound came out. For a

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

entirely-someone who looked almost...

let myself believe

there's something I regret from what happened in the past, that would be trusting

he was a kind

sister, unlike Asha

it was all

is showing right now could

Giselle. I had to be

his face, refusing to believe

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

he said, his voice steady, the faintest edge of defiance lacing his tone.

his expression for any sign of

always, was a fortress-his features gave

earlier was

beside

tell us about

his voice colder now, then I'll ask a

question."

the way his jaw tensed, the muscle jumping