Ian's POV

"You've got to believe me, I didn't do it!" Hannah yelled.

Her hair was disheveled, looking like a world war happen in it. She was held on both arms by two demons in black jackets, their faces stern.

"All the evidence points to you." Albazar stepped towards. "Your finger prints were on the knife."

"I swear, I didn't kill Tristan," She said, tears brimming in her eyes.

Hannah wouldn't do something like this. But all evidence proved she was the one. I've learnt not to fully trust someone. I learnt my lesson when I found out Zara had betrayed me some years back. So if Zara could do...