Helena shifted, her expression morphing into one of delicate fragility. She let her fingers tremble slightly against the sheets, a masterclass in performative vulnerability.
"It… it was all so sudden, Mr. Shakespeare," she whispered, her voice breaking just enough to sound convincing. "Kairi… she just attacked me. I was trying to stabilize Mytheia, and then she lunged. I think… I think she was trying to kill me with the explosion. It just… happened. And then everything went dark. I barely remember anything after that."
Perfect. F*cking perfect.
Heck, she even managed to squeeze out a single, perfect tear. It welled in her eye, trembling for a heartbeat before tracking a path down her cheek.
The sheer audacity to pull that off was something else.
Just how breathtaking.
My internal monologue now literally screamed:
Liar. She's a goddamn f*cking liar.
