ARYA

Diana squeezed her eyes shut, slowly lifting her hands up in the air. "It wasn't me," she croaked, and I narrowed my eyes at her.

"You do not want to cross me, Diana. Talk," I hissed, and I could see her shudder visibly.

"They sent me to act as a decoy. They threatened me... It's really not me. You have to believe me," her voice trembled, her fear palpable.

I wanted to believe her but trust had become a luxury I couldn't afford. Elena's words still echoed in my mind. ...