Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 226

Chapter 226: 226. Interrogations II

Maisie

I managed a cruel smile, even as tremors began to spread in my toes. Revisiting that night always gave me a repeat of the trauma. Very soon, I would begin to sweat and shiver. I had to round this up quickly before they noticed. "In the back. Poetic, no?"

"And then you pushed him over with your foot on his back?"

"That’s what I just said. Need a hearing aid, Your Sweetness?"

Liar, my Lycan whispered, almost gleeful. Tell them the truth and then let me at them. I want to taste them. It’s been too long.

They’re not yours to taste anymore, I thought back.

Her response was an amused chortle. We’ll see.

Soren studied me for a moment, and without looking away, he pulled up the crime scene.

My stomach churned violently and I hid the jolt as they watched me closely, fishing for my reaction. I didn’t give it to them.

Conveniently, there was no dead rogue, or any signs that there had been another death by that cliff. Neither was there any evidence of my blood anywhere on that cliff.

If I ever wanted to get rid of a body, I would definitely use the Queen’s clean up team.

I kept up the farce of nonchalance as Soren continued, "A piece of your dress was found clutched in his left hand. The front of your dress, specifically. Chest area. If you were behind him when you stabbed him, explain how he managed to grab the front of your dress."

My stomach dropped. "Does it matter–"

Soren cut in, "And the coroner’s report is clear. Lyon Park landed on his back. If you had your foot on his back and shoved him, he should have fallen forward. Not onto his back." He set down the stylus pen very gently and entwined his fingers. "I will ask you one more time, Maisie Adams. What happened that night?"

I opened my mouth and closed it. "I want a lawyer."

Mercer laughed again and his fists clenched tightly like he was considering strangling me.

Jericho spoke for the first time, and it was nothing I expected.

"What happened to your neck?"

I stilled, sweat beginning to trickle down my back as memories from that night came back unbidden. I shoved up my hoodie to cover it and looked Jericho in the eye and said, utterly unfeeling, "I was desperate to get rid of your marks on me. I did a test run with a knife first."

He looked sick, which was good. It meant he bought the lie. Soren spoke in his stead as Jericho seemed at a loss for words, "You wanted it gone so badly that you would tear it off your own skin and scar yourself?

I balled my nails into fists but kept my face neutral. "Yes."

Soren’s face twisted with rage and he smacked down a stack of papers in front of me so hard, I nearly jumped in my seat. "A few hundred?" he hissed. "Is that some code word for the millions you stole from each of us?"

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