DYLAN'S POV:
The basement is cold, darker than usual tonight. The faint dripping from an old pipe is the only sound breaking the silence, except for the voice that pulls me back into the pit of my lies.
“Are you sure she’s already asleep?” Ethenia’s voice slices through the air.
I give her a faint smile, one I’ve perfected far too well lately. “Yes, yes of course. She had a severe headache earlier… she needs the rest.”
The word hits me like a whisper, but it echoes like thunder in my skull. I hate how easily it comes now.
“Good,” she says with a satisfied nod. “Then we can now start planning our one final move against her. I can say that you already got her this time, Dylan.”
“Yeah…” I mutter, barely managing to meet her gaze.
Yeah? That’s all I can say? I used to be so sure. So con
