Jordan's POV
Ever since I was a little child, my brother has always been the thorn to my side. The burden of blood was a giant that sat on my shoulders for as long as I knew.
'What were you doing with him?' I pressed, taking in the rigid shock on her face when I told her what my brother had once done. I step forward, making sure she knows she was in the wrong. She stepped back, nervous and afraid.
'I..H..I..he lost his way.' She repeated, as if it was a recited poem. I scrunch my nose as I sniffed the air, reading her emotions and the dampness of her fear.
'You're afraid, you lie when you're afraid.' I deduced, stepping further into the room. She tensed as she pushed back, causing me to be ticked off. The scents of the other slaves engulfed the space outside the door, letting me know they were right there. But I could care less.
'I'm not lying, bu..' She hesitated, and I corked my head. 'You make me afraid.'
