Starla’s question was so sharp that it made even Fairfax turn to look at Xenia and Darleen.
“People need a motive to do things, don’t they?” Starla pressed. “What motive would I have to burn down your houses?”
Darleen and Xenia fell silent. They knew the reason better than anyone: it was because of how they had treated her in the past. But was that enough to warrant such a deep-seated hatred? Enough for her to go to such lengths to destroy their assets?
The atmosphere grew colder.
Fairfax raised an eyebrow. “That’s right. What motive would she have to burn down your houses?” His voice was quiet, but it carried an undeniable weight.
Darleen’s breath hitched in her chest from anger. Xenia didn’t dare speak.
Just as Starla was about to answer for them, Brinley, who had been silent until now, spoke up. “It’s because of me.”
Darleen and Xenia both turned to stare at her.
Fairfax’s icy gaze shifted to Brinley as well. But Brinley was looking directly at Starla. “You’re angry that Fairfax has been taking care of me. Isn’t that what you’ve been fighting about all this time? It’s all my fault. I haven’t been myself since Faraday died, and sometimes I get confused and mistake Fairfax for him. Everything is my fault.”
Brinley took all the blame upon herself.

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