"Do you believe me?"
It was a gamble. Putting the question directly to him like that. Making him choose whether to trust her or not.
Roshan stared at her for a long moment.
His thoughts were a complicated tangle of relief, residual suspicion, want, and something that might be hope.
Roshan's mind: ฅᨐฅ'She lied about having a mate to protect herself. That's... actually smart. And understandable given how Darius was acting. And divine visions explaining her knowledge makes more sense than her being some kind of spy or connected to rogues. But can I trust this? Can I trust her?'ฅᨐฅ
The silence stretched.
Faelyn forced herself not to fidget, not to look away, not to do anything that might seem like she was hiding something.
Finally, Roshan let out a long breath.
"I want to believe you," he said slowly.
Not 'I believe you.'
'I WANT to believe you.'
There was a difference.
A significant one.
