Peniel
Lucian’s words stirred something deep within me. I watched him struggle, breaking down, yelling at me because of what I had done.
“What are you talking about?” I finally managed to ask.
“One of the warriors picked up your scent. The one they always found at the crime scenes. It matched yours . . . and they discovered you were nearby.” He gasped, his hand trembling as he pressed it against his wounds.
I shook my head. “You need a healer—”
“Feeling guilty?”
I stared at him, speechless. A storm of thoughts churned in my mind, but it felt like it was too late to say anything now.
“I wasn’t trying to betray you,” I muttered under my breath. “I just wanted Cassian to know that I didn’t trust either of you. I was wrong, okay?”
“And we’re not going to talk about how badly I’m injure
