Seeds of Doubt

The other side of the phone was silent for a moment, but I could still hear Kian’s measured breathing. My accusations had struck a nerve, it seemed. But he needed to understand—no one was above suspicion.

"Are you accusing me of telling Vesper about your whereabouts, Rose?" Kian's voice was strained, a mix of hurt and something else—resignation, maybe. "You know the last thing I'd do is harm you.