"Don't worry."
Cecilia said gently, almost like the kind of tone one used to calm a startled animal. She patted the spot on her coat where the recording crystal was stored.
"What I have recorded here cannot prove that she actually did what she did." Her smile was warm, almost kind. "It's just her big reactions. Her aggression. She never said, never outwardly admitted that she did it."
Arkai's eyes widened.
No.
She hadn't failed to get Sienna's confession. This woman had ensured that Sienna didn't outwardly confess. She had goaded her emotionally, poked and prodded until Sienna's psyche was laid bare, until every ugly impulse and desperate justification was exposed.
But never once had she let the words cross Sienna's lips.
"I did it."
"I drugged him."
"I locked him in."
None of it. Not a single admission.
