Page 50 of Rebellion

Never admit that anything was wrong.

Hide all pain.

“That’s good.” Rogan watched her closely, but she couldn’t tell whether he believed her.

When she turned her gaze to Colm, his eyes narrowed as he took her in.

It was as though he could see all of her.

She gripped hold of the side of the bed, feeling another wave of dizziness hit her. She really had to sit down. And that juice sounded good right about now.

“Has he woken up?” Rogan asked.

“Oh, yes. He just needs to rest and recuperate.” She snuck a look at Viktor, who gave her a slight nod.

Right.

She was doing the right thing, even though lying felt wrong.

God, she was so sick of the lies and secrets.

Colm’s face showed little emotion, but his eyes were burning into her. She swallowed heavily.

What did he see?

“Have you seen Oleg?” Rogan asked abruptly.

The change of subject startled her and she spun her head back to him, the world spinning for a moment.

Shit.

How long had she been staring at Colm for?

“Uh. No. I haven’t.” That was the truth. “Not for a couple of days.”

“We have been searching for him too,” Viktor said.

Rogan scowled. “If he contacts you or you see him, I want to be the first to know.”

She nearly nodded, but at the last moment, she shot a look at Viktor, who was staring at Rogan thoughtfully.

“You’ll be the second to know,” Viktor said.

Rogan didn’t look happy, but he turned and walked out. Colm stared at her for a beat or two longer before leaving as well.

“You need to sit down,” Viktor told her.

“I know,” she said faintly.

He quickly moved a chair behind her and she sat, placing her head between her legs. She took several deep breaths as she fought back the nausea and dizziness.

A heavy hand was placed on her back. “You did well, Sofia.”

Did she?

She didn’t know what she was doing anymore. Weeks of nightmares and poor sleep preceded by months of subterfuge, lies, and abuse.

She was cracking. She knew she was.