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94. Is It True?
Rima’s POV
I found my gaze locked on Savaş, my mind whirling as I tried to sift truth from falsehood in the shocking revelation offered by the girl named Rosalie.
For a few electrifying seconds, the room was held hostage by their silent confrontation, their eyes locked in a battle of wills. This tense standoff persisted until I, unwilling to let it continue, shattered the silence.
"Is it true?" I demanded, my voice hardening as I turned to Savaş.
His stern gaze met mine, stripped of the dark fury that had seethed in his eyes when he'd looked at Rosalie "No"
"Sure, go ahead, believe him. Words are so easy to say, aren't they?" Rosalie shot back, her tone dripping with biting sarcasm.
"Go back to your room" Savaş commanded, his voice a dangerous growl as he closed the distance between them. The threat in his steps seemed to have no effect on her, her only reaction was the tightening of her fists at her sides.
"What's the matter? Y
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