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She was clearly confused, as expected. The truth was, I didn’t actually need Octavia’s help. It would just make things easier.
“You know the people who are after me, and I know you’ve worked with them. Tell me where they are so I can put an end to these last traitors,” I said.
Octavia shook her head. “You mean the males who still believe in my father?”
“Your father is dead!”
“Because of you!”
“Yes, just as mine is because of yours. And so it continues. Who do you think is to blame for the death of your real family?” I inquired.
I could see this question confused her.
“It’s not important,” she said simply, turning her gaze back to the garden.
“Because you didn’t know them?” I asked.
She didn’t respond to this.
“Someone probably killed them, maybe because your parents
