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

with them?" I pressed, keeping my

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

said, his voice quiet but clear,

silence. I swallowed, the weight

now. "You mean the deal

composure cracked like a fragile mask dropped to

not in amusement

lashes fluttering against the faint

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

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

else entirely-someone who looked

let myself

what happened in the

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

me entirely as his half sister, unlike Asha who had

I know, it was all

right now could

is a better actor than Giselle. I had to be more

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

sharpened, his indifference slipping into something

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

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

a fortress-his features gave away nothing

earlier was gone, replaced by that

shifted beside me, his

"Since you refuse to tell us about your connection

his voice colder now,

question."

the way his jaw