Brienne

Her words were like icy water slipping into my veins. I whipped my head back to her, seeing her open face.

She knew everything? How? My mind raced as I gauged what to say next.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” I bit out, trying to pretend.

“Don't lie,” she bit back, “it's not that hard to tell. An anonymous tip? Really?”

“There are only a few people who know that much information about my life and there's only one who has threatened me. You're the only ...