"No, I don't think Easton would ever do something like that," Iyana said, shaking her head firmly. "I know you don't like him, but he is a very honest person—"
"You literally told me last night that he was trying to convince you I am the one who killed Robin," Vyan shot back, his tone sharper than he intended.
"Yes, but that is just what he believes," she replied, crossing her arms defensively. "He doesn't have the best impression of you, Vee. That doesn't mean he would go as far as framing you—let alone by murdering someone."
Vyan scoffed, narrowing his eyes. "Don't you think he might do something like this just to prove himself right in front of you?"
Iyana sighed, her voice soft but firm. "No, because that's not who he is. Trust me, Vee. I have known him far longer than I have known you."
Vyan's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Oh, is that so? Well, in that case, why didn't you just marry him?"
