I tried to wrench free, but his hold was iron. Maureen scrambled up, ready to throw herself between us—
Denys shifted.
One smooth movement, and he was shielding me. His back became a wall between us.
Maureen stumbled forward, grasping at empty air, and hit the floor.
"Denys!" Her mask slipped, revealing something ugly beneath. "What are you doing? She's nobody—a bastard child! How could you humiliate me for her?"
Denys didn't release his grip. He didn't look at Maureen. His voice cut through the tension like a blade.
"Maureen, I'm only asking you once more. The night of March seventeenth, five years ago—where were you?"
That date. The exact night I'd saved him.
Maureen froze for a split second before scrambling to her feet and clutching at his trouser leg. "Denys, I was with you. Don't you remember?"
Doubt flickered behind his eyes—I saw it. But one sentence from Maureen, and it vanished. It always did. This time was no different.
Their twisted little dance wasn't something I wanted any part of.
But they had no intention of letting me walk away.