Chapter Eight

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The question hung in the air between us. I wanted answers, and I could see Kellan didn’t want to give them. Then his eyes snapped past my shoulder, and he murmured, “They’re coming. They can’t know.” As soon as he stopped, the door opened behind me, and Gus asked, “Are you guys coming in or not?” “Why?” I turned around. “You think we’re going to sit down for a game of checkers?” I tried to hold back the bitter sarcasm, but I couldn’t. Her eyes widened in surprise. Vespar stepped around her, his shoulders tense. “What’s your problem? You were high and mighty before. What brought you down?” The question felt like a challenge. He was still angry with me, but I didn’t care. There was blood on their hands, and I could smell it. The stench churned my stomach. It sickened me. And I said as m

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