The Comfort of Deceit

SPECIAL CHAPTER: DRAVEN THORNE

I didn’t know what to say.

Not right away.

The air in the room was still. Heavy. Like the truth had sucked all the oxygen out.

I stared at the floor for a while, listening to the quiet. Zayne’s crow flapped once and stilled again. Freya’s breathing was sharp, uneven. She was holding something back, but I could feel it coming apart.

Eventually, I said, “Sienna wanted