“Is everything she just said true?”
Aria stared at Deucalion. Her lips parted, but no words came out. “No,” she finally said. “She misunderstood me.”
Elena lowered her eyes. “I did not misunderstand anything.”
Aria turned toward her. “You are lying!”
“Enough,” the Blackridge Luna said.
Her voice silenced the room. She looked at Aria with a cold expression. “You will explain yourself, and you will not lie to me.”
Aria swallowed. “I only asked Elena to take wine to Deucalion.”
“Why?”
“I wanted to speak with him.”
“That is not what I asked.”
Aria looked away. The Luna stepped closer. “Why did you put something in that wine?”
Aria’s face went pale.
Deucalion’s eyes hardened. “You did put something in it.”
Aria said nothing.
“Answer him,” the Luna ordered.
“Yes,” Aria whispered.
