Chapter 724: The Truth Beneath the Lies
Josiah swallowed nervously.
His throat moved visibly, a small jerking motion that betrayed the calm he was trying so hard to maintain. His hands, still folded in his lap, had tightened, his knuckles pale beneath the skin. The torchlight flickered across his face, catching the sweat that had begun to form on his brow.
He opened his mouth.
"I didn't..."
He didn't even finish the sentence when Orion groaned loudly. The sound echoed off the stone walls, bouncing back at them from the dark corners of the dungeon, from the rusting iron bars of the empty cells nearby. He dragged a hand down his face, then let it drop to his side.
"I hate situations like this," he said.
He crouched down in front of Josiah, bringing himself to eye level with the man on the bench. The torches flickered, casting half his face in shadow, making him look like something out of the old stories—the ones parents told their children to make them behave.
