ALPHA NORMAN'S POV
My questions hung in the air between us. Her lips quivered as she looked at me. I gritted my teeth as I waited anxiously for her to speak. I really wanted her to deny it.
"Son, I don't understand why you're interrogating me this way. But, still, I had no business with that. It's quite possible that they don't like her. She is a slave here, so, it's feasible," She mumbled as she avoided my eye contact.
Immediately, I felt my stomach plummet. She was definitely lying to me now, and it hurt so much like a demon. I moved away from her and walked over to my chair, sitting right on it.
"That's all right, then," I said easily.
I noticed her cheeks were flush She was about to say more, but I held my hands stalling her words. I wasn't interested in listening to more fake stories. It was getting too much now. All the lies...
"I'd like to be alone," I mumbled simply.
She bowed ever so slightly. "Of course," She mumbled.
