I peered at her with squinted lids, my fists trembling at my sides. Anger surged through me but guilt trailed closely behind. She was part of this, part of the lie that had kept me in the dark. But I had murdered Khalid in cold blood. That fact loomed over me, a weight I couldn’t shake, no matter how much I wanted to rage at her.

Still, I couldn’t stop the venom in my voice as I hissed, “Sure you don't want to lock me up more for the kick of it?“

Abigail’s eyes flicked to mine, but ...