The Witch's test 3

LIANA'S POV

Lord Thalen poured another drink and studied me over the rim of his glass. The cut on his throat had already stopped bleeding, leaving only a thin red line against his pale skin. I tried not to stare at it, tried not to think about how close I had come to actually killing him.

"Tell me what you know about the Whitewater Luna," he said.

I shifted on the floor, my wounded leg throbbing. "Luna Ayasha?"

"The very one."

I thought carefully before answering. Lord Thalen had just tested my willingness to kill. I had a feeling he was about to test my honesty.

"She's one of the few who stands a real chance of winning this," I said.

His eyebrows rose slightly. "Why do you think that?"