Astrid

The question hung heavily in the air. Solomon met my eyes without hesitation. The way his shoulders tensed betrayed the stress that the question caused him.

“Absolutely not,” he emphasized.

“I don't believe you,” I replied coolly. “You're going to have to start being honest with me if everyone is going to survive this. I think you’re right about the danger we’re in and I won't have blood on my hands.”

Solomon averted his ...