Not buying the lies

Ares looked at Lady Bianca then, as if trying to read the arc of her expression for a hint of subtlety. He was always the son in battles that were only ever about politics. But this, this was not about a boardroom or a treaty. This was blood and household secrets and the small tragic compromises that made private cruelty possible.

“You want answers,” Ares said finally, his voice low and controlled but dangerous. “We want answers.” He turned back to Tessa. “You ...