Sixty-Nine

Dragging his gaze away from me, Victor scratched his arm and mumbled, "What do you mean by how well do I know Aria? Wait, who is Lilith?"

From his expression, I couldn't tell if he seriously didn't know her actual name, if that's her actual name, or if he was just trying to play dumb to through me off topics.

Right now, I don't even know who I should be trusting because my entire life has been built on lies.

"Aria, how well do you know her?" I repeated myself, holding back my anger.

With his head stuck to the left, he kept himself from looking at me and said, "How should I know? You were the one who accepted her into this house, made her your bodyguard, and fell in love with her. I should be the one asking you that question."

"Is that so," I mumbled, losing grip of my anger slowly. "Look at me, Victor!"

For a moment, he didn't move. Then Victor gradually turned his head and faced me before mumbling, "What is this about, Atlas? I don't know Aria more than you do!"

But he was no