"It was Isolde," Ryan finally said, his voice low.
Kross froze. "What?"
"Yes… she did it," Ryan replied. "She accused Tessa of stealing from her. Said she found one of her necklaces missing and that the maid was the last person in her tent."
Kross' expression didn't change much, his face remained unreadable, but his brows drew together slightly, a faint crease forming between them. That small movement alone was enough to make Ryan tense. Without a word, Kross turned to one of the warriors standing nearby.
"Call for Isolde," he ordered, his voice calm yet heavy with command.
The warrior gave a short bow before hurrying away. The silence that followed was almost suffocating. Ryan shifted uneasily, rubbing the back of his neck before speaking.
"What are you going to do to her?" he asked carefully. He knew Kross' temper, how quiet it was, how dangerous it could become when pushed too far.
Kross didn't respond, his gaze fixed somewhere distant, cold and unreadable.
