Liam shook his head slowly as he looked at Irina.
"I don't think she did it."
His voice stayed calm but firm. He genuinely did not believe Anya had anything to do with the attack. From the moment he met her she looked terrified, confused and exhausted more than anything else. Nothing about her screamed spy or traitor.
Irina folded her arms beneath her chest as the cold night wind brushed past them. Around the destroyed area, werewolves moved through the wreckage checking bodies and dragging vampire corpses together. The smell of smoke, blood and burnt concrete still filled the air heavily.
Irina kept her eyes on Liam.
"Was Anya with you the entire time since she came here?" she asked. "Did she leave your sight even once?"
Liam opened his mouth to answer immediately but paused halfway.
Of course she left his sight.
