Astrid's POV
The air in the dungeon was damp and heavy, clinging to my skin like a second layer.
The faint flicker of the bright light painted uneasy shadows on the stone walls, casting long, distorted shapes that felt as restless as the questions swirling in my mind.
Killian and I stopped outside Andros’s cell, and for a moment, neither of us spoke.
Andros sat against the wall, his posture slouched, his gaze fixed somewhere distant, as though we weren’t there.
His face was pale, worn, and etched with the weight of regret he had carried silently since Rowena’s death.
“Andros,” I said, my voice softer than I intended. It was impossible to ignore how different he looked now, like a man who had already resigned himself to whatever fate we would decide.
His dark eyes flicked toward me briefly before dropping back to the ground.
“What now?” he asked, his voice hollow, lacking the defiance I used to know.
Killian stepped forward, his tone firmer than mine. “We need answers,” he said. “The fragments of the Forsaken Amulet are missing. We believe the rogue king has them.”
Andros didn’t respond right away. He let out a soft, weary sigh, his head tilting back against the cold stone. “The amulet is broken. What could he possibly want with pieces of it?”
“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” I said. “You worked with the rogues. You must know something. We had warriors left behind to investigate the area, to find clues that will make us better understand what the rogues are planning, but the rogues risked getting caught by going back just to retrieve it. Why would the rogue king go through such great lengths to do that?”
Andros shifted slightly, his bound hands resting on his lap. “I don’t know,” he admitted quietly.
“Rowena said that destroying the amulet would stop whatever the rogue king is planning and end it all. We thought it was the key to stopping him, but he’s gone back for the fragments.
Is there something we didn’t know? Was there a way to fix the amulet?” Killian questioned straightforwardly, not bothering to hold back his thoughts and concerns from Andros anymore.
“Destroying the amulet is the only way to stop the rogue king’s plans, but it’s not enough to stop the rogue king himself,” Andros explained.
“The rogue king has been raising his army for years. He wouldn’t stop so easily. Destroying his only weapon to defeat us won’t discourage him from his goals to destroy us.
Andros flinched at the question, his eyes clouding with something close to shame. “I didn’t tell him anything,” he said, his voice firm but low.
“What do you mean you told him nothing?” I blurted out. Just when I thought that Andros is cooperating with us, he hits us with another lie. “You worked for him, you must at least have told him something!”
Andros tilted his head up and sighed. “Look, I wanted to help you guys. I’m telling you the truth. I wish I know something so I could help.”
Killian’s jaw tightened. The rogues always knew too much about us. They know when and where to attack. You must be the one guiding them.”
Andros looked up then, meeting Killian’s gaze with a tired, almost pleading expression.
“Believe it or not, I didn’t leak anything to him,” he said quietly. “I know you have no reason to trust me. I know what I’ve done. But this time, I swear on everything—I didn’t give him anything.”
I exchanged a glance with Killian, his golden eyes narrowing with doubt. Andros must have noticed because he leaned forward slightly, his voice growing softer but no less serious.
“You’re looking in the wrong place,” he said. “I’m not your spy. I’ve made mistakes—terrible ones—but I didn’t betray you this time. If the rogue king knows something, it’s because someone else is feeding him information.”
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