“You want to watch her, you know. She's dangerous.”
“But would you?”
He closed his eyes and shook his head. “What do you think, Cait?”
What did she think? It always seemed like Nox was playing a double game, or a triple game. Hedging his bets so that it looked like he was helping both sides in the war.
“Sometimes I think you're a friend,” she said. “Sometimes I don't trust you at all. I don't know whose side you're really on. So tell me, if you even know yourself, which is it?”
But when she looked back down at him, his eyes were closed and his ruined chest had stopped moving. He was gone.
Unexpected tears came to her eyes. She had feared and hated this man, but somehow it was no longer that simple. The lines between good and bad weren't always as clear as the river separating Andar a
