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.

his gaze landing on me for the first

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

He leaned back

them," he said, his voice quiet but clear, "was

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

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

Andros's composure cracked like a fragile

again, this time not in amusement but in

fluttering against the faint sheen of moisture

to speak, but no sound came

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

was someone else entirely-someone

I couldn't let

from what happened in

he was a kind man, a

as his half sister, unlike Asha who had

it was all

is showing right

I had to

scoffed at the sliver of emotion that crossed his face, refusing to believe

his indifference slipping into something

said, his voice steady, the faintest edge of defiance lacing his tone. "But what I

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

fortress-his

flicker of emotion I had seen earlier was gone,

shifted beside me,

"Since you refuse to tell us about

began, his voice colder now, then

question."

the way his jaw tensed,