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What was Onshev hiding?
I made a mental note to tread cautiously.
The Anto’skar might be a ticket to my father’s good books, but the mine itself felt like a Pandora’s box, one that threatened to unleash a storm of chaos if opened.
The grim reality of our situation settling in.
The mine was not just a source of Anto’skar, it was a riddle that needed to be solved, a puzzle shrouded in deception.
And it was up to me to untangle the web of lies spun by Onshev.
“I think I’ve seen enough,”I declared abruptly, cutting off Onshev mid-sentence.
He had been droning on about the prospects of the mine, regaling us with tales of the untold riches it supposedly held.
But the sheen had worn off his promises, the sparkle replaced by a grimy layer of doubt.
The sweet scent of potential success had turned sour, leaving a bitter aftertaste.
Onshev seemed taken aback, his round face losing some of its cheerfulness.
His mouth opened and closed a couple of times before he managed a weak. “But there’s still so much more to see.”
“No, I’ve made up my mind,” I replied, trying to inject a firmness in my voice.
The metallic sound of the machines behind me seemed to echo my determination, creating a symphony of defiance that drowned out Onshev’s protests.
His words were hollow, the promises empty.
I had seen through his charade, and I wasn’t about to play along any longer.
Onshev shared a look with his business partners — the lawyer with the cunning eyes and the vast estate manager.
Madison was right.
Theydidlook like the alien animals she had scribbled on her note:
Ghlia, Fli-at, Silverback.
Their eyes held a flurry of unspoken words, a silent conversation that unfolded within seconds.
Their gaze then returned to me, a strained smile pulling at the corners of Onshev’s lips as he said:
“Of course, as you wish.”
The walk back to the house was a quiet one.
The usual hum of conversation was conspicuously absent, replaced by the soft rustle of the wind and the distant clatter of machinery.
The sun had started its descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink.
Once inside, the warm scent of a home-cooked meal greeted us.
I wondered how many more veils of deception were yet to be lifted, how many more half-truths I was going to uncover.
Onshev was all smiles again, the facade back in place.
He led us to the dining room, the rich aroma of the food doing little to whet my appetite.
