My blood ran cold, even the beads of sweat that ran from my forehead were like rivers of ice. Falcon stepped out of the shadows, the corner of his lips curved into a smile that held no laughter, only cruelty and rage.
“I’m going to ask you again, Vanessa, where are you going?”
“I was … I was just going for a midnight stroll in the garden. I need some fresh air after being cooped up so long with Erik’s rebels.” I prayed in my heart that he would buy it. Please just believe me! Please!
But Falcon had always been smart, much more so than Hawke, Vanessa, and even Vadon.
“A midnight stroll … though why not just use the front door? Or perhaps the rose garden instead of the garden the cooks use to keep the turnips? Why are you skulking about in the dark like you have something to hide, hmm?”
Shit! I needed to spin this in a way that the real Vanessa would.
