The dark intensity in Alpha Dawn's eyes was evident as he spoke those words—"Because I know who the person is". And the words, I realized, weren't a boast or a threat; they were a cold statement of fact. He really knew. My heartbeat, which had only just started to slow, slammed into a dead stop, then restarted in a fast motion.
My throat felt constricted, and for a long, quiet moment, the only sound was the thundering of blood in my own ears. I stared back at him, forcing my eyes to remain wide and innocent, trying to conceal the panic that was tearing through me.
He knows. He knows it was me. He knows about the massacre. The thought was paralyzing. Traumatising.
"Who?" I managed to croak out, stopping my lips from quivering. I needed to know if he meant me, or if this was just another layer of his calculated game.
He held my gaze for another beat, his pupils dilated in the brightened light of the study.
