They couldn't possibly think I would really murder Astride, right? I mean, with Racheal , that might have been a possibility, but with Astride, I would never.

"Even though I couldn't see the face of whoever shot that, he had the crescent mark on his wrist," I finished, but Astride’s cold gaze was filled with a rotten glare.

His fine lips pressed against each other angrily. "So, now you say, one of my own tried to murder me?" His words came slowly.

I nodded, still noticing the incredulous looks everyone threw at me.

The air became quiet. Astride and I gazed hard at each other. There was a defined look...