Astrid’s POV
The words hung in the air, heavy and sharp, cutting deeper than any blade. I felt Killian’s tension beside me, the barely contained storm beneath his surface threatening to erupt.
“She introduced you… to the Rogue King?” Killian’s voice was low, trembling with suppressed rage.
His golden eyes bore into Andros, demanding answers, demanding a reason to justify what was unfathomable.
Andros’s gaze flickered, the indifference cracking ever so slightly. He leaned his head back against the cold stone wall, exhaling slowly.
“She didn’t tell me why at first,” he said, his tone eerily calm. “She just… showed up. Out of nowhere.”
The faint light from the torch above us cast long shadows across his face, and for a moment, I saw something raw in his eyes—something I couldn’t ignore.
“She said she wanted to help me,” Andros continued, his voice softening, almost as if he were speaking to himself. “Said she didn’t want me to rot away in exile. That she could… save me.”
Killian’s eyes narrowed. “Save you?” He spoke bitterly. “From what? From the consequences of your own actions?”
Andros turned his gaze to me, his expression unreadable. “From myself,” he said simply.
I faltered, caught off guard by the honesty in his voice. I thought Rowena approached him to use him, to use his hatred against us and work together by plotting against us.
Seeing Killian’s surprised expression, I knew he had the same thoughts as me too.
“Do you really believed that’s what she meant by saving you? Or did she promised you something in exchange of working for her?” His tone was accusatory, laced with the deep-seated hurt he was struggling to keep contained.
Andros’s lips twitched into a faint, humorless smile. “Your mother made her intentions clear to me right off the bat, and even if that was her intention, I wouldn’t have agreed to work with her.
Andros turned his gaze to me, as if he believed that I would understand him better. “I don’t trust her. If you know me I don’t like to be used for someone’s own benefit.”
That’s true, Andros was born like a prince, and he is raised as the crowned Alpha. He will have too much pride for that.
“If you don’t trust her, then why did you do so in the end?” I shot back.
“Because it didn’t matter to her that I refused. She kept coming back, refusing to accept no as an answer. You could say I was left with no choice,” Andros shrugged.
“And what changed?” I asked, my voice colder now, unwilling to let him fool as easily just like he had done before.
Killian fell silent while my attention snapped to Andros. Of course the rogues won’t help Rowena for nothing.
Unfortunately, we failed to ask Rowena what the rogues king had asked for exchange when she was still alive, leaving us no way to verify if Andros were telling the truth.
Killian’s breathing grew heavier, his shoulders trembling as he struggled to contain his emotions. “She betrayed me. She betrayed all of us. And now you’re telling me she was some kind of… savior to you?”
I squeezed his arm, sharing him a bit of comfort. I know this is a lot for him to take in.
“She wasn’t perfect, Killian,” Andros said, his voice quieter now, carrying the weight of something far deeper than the indifference he’d shown before.
“Far from it. She knew she had made unforgivable mistakes—mistakes that hurt you, and everyone else. But…” He paused, his dark eyes locking onto Killian’s. “She regretted it. She regretted all of it.”
Killian’s hands twitched at his sides, his golden eyes narrowing as though bracing himself for more.
“She wanted to reconcile with you,” Andros continued, his voice steady but tinged with an emotion I couldn’t quite place. “She wanted to tell you how sorry she was, how wrong she’d been. She wanted to ask for your forgiveness, Killian. She wanted to make it right.”
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