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She knew the crown was desperate for her comrades’ names, but she didn’t think they’d go so low as to send an officer in to try and understand her life story. Why would he try to find common ground when they couldn’t be more different?

The hopeful expression in his eyes fell, and disappointment took its place. Theophilus stood from his seat with a shrug, turning for the door.

“If that is too much to ask, then I will be on my way,” he murmured, reaching toward the door.

“Wait.”

She didn’t know what compelled her to speak up. Perhaps it was the chance to gleam her own answers from the officer, or the grim thought of staying locked up in a cell for weeks at a time made her give in to his request. Regardless, Odette unfolded her arms and pushed away from the wall.

“I have a question,” she murmured, aware of the silence between them.

Theophilus paused. The game would soon begin, and Odette allowed herself to play willingly.

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Chapter Eight

THEOPHILUS

Theophilus smiled to himself; he knew he had her. It was a start.

He nodded and turned on his heel. Casually, he walked back to the chair and dropped himself onto it, loose in his mannerisms.

He needed to seem relaxed in front of Odette as if they were two companions partaking in their usual discussions. He needed to seem familiar enough to her to get her to speak. It would take some time, but he seemed to have enough of that as of late.

The first step in getting someone to open up was to make sure they felt comfortable. To help her feel that way, it was in his best interest to feign the same.

Odette eyed him skeptically, to which he couldn’t blame her. He knew she’d be on alert for anything, and he needed to be mindful of that. She was the one locked up and the one hiding the very secrets he needed to hear.

Despite her hesitation, she pulled the other chair out and carefully sat down. She didn’t let herself sit back all the way—a sign she was still on guard.

No matter, he thought to himself. She’ll relax eventually; when she does, I’ll be ready.

His prisoner folded her arms over her lap as if from instinct, and she never took her eyes away from him.

“What is your question?” Theophilus asked, recalling it was Odette’s turn.

The uncertain shade in her eyes remained while she thought on it, but a careful breath left her lips first. “Why did you decide to join the army?”

Theophilus tapped his fingers against the table in thought, considering it thoroughly before answering.