#Chapter 66: The Truth

Agnes I blinked at Elijah in stunned, terrified silence for a long moment. He knew. He knew the truth. He knew about my lies. I wasn’t sure if I should admit to it or not. If I did, I feared that it might alienate me from Thea for good—that perhaps he would accuse me of trying to take her away, have me finally locked up for good where I’d never see her again. But on the other hand, I knew that Elijah was better than that. He would listen to me, hear me out at the very least. And I wanted to tell him and finally get it off my chest. I wanted to tell him so badly that I could feel the words claw at the back of my throat, desperate to get out. But they stayed there, burning on my tongue. I couldn’t speak. Elijah didn’t move. He stood a few feet away, his arms loosely crossed but his shoulders relaxed, like he was trying to keep himself open—like he wanted me to know he wasn’t angry. But the stern, distrusting weight behind his gaze was hard to me