Chapter 102

• Kavian’s POV
• The taste of the lie still clung to me like bile. I said it out loud anyway, because pretending it was nothing made the weight easier to bear. “I don’t like that I have to lie to her,” I told the tent, my voice rough against the canvas.
• Arman didn’t mince it. “You didn’t lie to her,” he said, level and blunt. “You just didn’t tell her everything.” His eyes were steady—always the steady one, the one who measured consequence before motion.