“Wait! Sewell Mitchell!”
At the mention of his name, Bryson’s hand on the doorknob paused. He looked back at her, his gaze intensifying in the dim light.
The woman kept smiling. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. It turns out I know a bit about your past.”
Bryson moved closer to her, his tone icy. “What do you know?”
“I know plenty, just not sure where to start.”
The woman, now only a few steps away from Bryson, gestured for him to come closer. “Come here.”
Bryson hesitated, freezing in place with his guard still up. “Who are you, anyway?”
“Maybe you’re wondering why I look exactly like Hannah Moore, aren’t you? Aren’t you curious about my name?”
Bryson stayed quiet.
The woman didn’t wait for Bryson to answer. “I’m Maryam, Hannah’s real sister.”
She emphasized “real sister” deliberately, trying to gauge Bryson’s reaction.
But Bryson’s face remained unreadable, his stare icy. “So you look like her. Why should I believe anything you say?”
Maryam stood, moving closer. “Take a good look at me. Do you really think I have no connection to her?”
“And if you’re really her sister, what are you doing here?” Bryson challenged.
Maryam came even closer. “Right after we were born, I was taken away and brought here. I’ve been trapped in this dark place ever since.
They don’t let me leave or come and go as I please, but I still hear news from the outside
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. I saw her growing up, living freely in Cadilind. I’ve always been jealous. I even know about you two, how you used to be together but not anymore.”
Her voice turned softer, almost as if she was trying to charm Bryson.
She reached out, attempting to caress his face.
“I know you still have feelings for her. Just think of me as her. I really wouldn’t mind.”
Before Maryam could touch Bryson’s face, a sharp pain shot through her wrist.
“Argh!” she screamed involuntarily.
Bryson grabbed her wrist tightly. “You think you’re her equal?”
Immediately after, he grabbed Maryam’s neck harshly. A deadly glare flashed in Bryson’s eyes. “They kept you here. What do they want?”
Struggling to breathe and her face turning red, Maryam forced a smile and said, “You won’t kill me. I know too many of your secrets.”