"What?" I say, pausing mid-motion, unsure if I heard him correctly. My hand freezes over the weeds, and I look at Roman, waiting for him to repeat himself, hoping I misunderstood.
Roman sighs, avoiding my eyes, his voice heavy. "Victor was poking around your disappearance... pissed off the wrong people."
My heart stutters in my chest. "What for?" I ask, dumbfounded, my confusion quickly morphing into anger. The tension in my body coils tight, my thoughts racing to keep up with the implications of his words.
Roman looks down, his expression one of exhaustion. "Apparently, Victor is being accused of being responsible for the suspicious disappearance and suspected murder of war hero, the Crimson General—Thorne Alden." He scoffs, as if the absurdity of the accusation is too much to handle, even for him.
