You killed my brother.

Panic surged through Delyth's nerves, but she forced herself to remain calm. Fixing her wide, teary eyes at Ryan, she whispered, "Do you think I am fooling you, Ryan? If I were fooling you, do you think I have ended up on the hospital bed like this? How can you even think of me like that?"

Ryan's jaws tightened, as his gaze darkened. "Don't play the victim card, Delyth," she snapped. "This isn't about your current state or your injuries. It's about the truth. And I know what you have done," he said as he stepped back, leaving her arms. 

"Truth?" Delyth repeated, keeping her teary eyes still at him. "And what do you think is the truth, Ryan?" 

The tears in her eyes were making Ryan feel guilty. He never knew why her tears held such effect on him —maybe because she was Zeke's sister and they looked very similar. But he can't let her emotions cloud his judgement now. Not again.