(Author's POV)
"What?"
"When did you find out the truth. Stefan asked you the same question and you didn't answer. Answer me."
"I-"
"The truth, Sienna."
For a long moment, she looked at him.
He watched the strategic calculation happen on her face - the running of the math - and he watched her arrive at the answer that the truth, in this room, with him, was the only currency that might still buy her something. He had no respect for the calculation. But he respected, faintly, that she was at least capable of making it.
"Three years ago," she said quietly.
"How."
"Martha. I came home. They were arguing in the kitchen. I overheard."
"And what did you do."
"I-"
"What did you do, Sienna."
She did not answer.
"You used it," Richard said. "Against the girl. Against Aurora. Whose name
