Zhelimir turned to Maxim, his throat running dry as he uttered his name. "Maxim?.. You? You were plotting to kill Eira all this time?"
Maxim glanced at all the pained and disappointed faces that were staring at him, and he felt his heart sink, a veil of shame enveloped him as he bowed his head in anguish. This was not how things were supposed to turn out, he had never intended for any of this to happen.
"I admit it," the green eyed elven man mumbled in a trembling sorrowful voice. "I was sent here to wreak havoc on the royal family. That had been my mission from the start."
"You bastard!" Damien roared, "I knew there was something off about you! I should have trusted my gut!"