But it seemed the High Lord had indeed learned his lesson, was indeed willing to try, as he merely gestured to Lucien. My emissary knows the wall as well as any sentry.
Fine. He asked about you, how things are.Really? I say, surprised. What did you say? I ask, unable to stop myself.
Just what you tell me: school is fine, Cam is just friends, nothing is wrong. She sighs. I wish…I wish you wouldnt feed those lines to me, though. We used to talk, really talk, didnt we, Kyla? What is going on with you these days?I bite my cheek. Focus.
Nothing, really. I smile, and I have got better at faking it, yet somehow she doesnt seem convinced.If you need to, we can talk. Just between us, all right?
Of course, I say. I know.
But what I dont know is who turned me in to the Lorders. And even if I could be sure it wasnt her, what should I start with? Perhaps that I am in Free UK. The same organisation that blew up her parents. Or that Im not, really – Im a Lorder spy, infiltrating Free UK. Either way, I dont think shed be much impressed.He reaches out, grips my hand, and I dont pull away. So many times Ive thought, this is me, I know it all. And then there is another revelation. But Sam really is my mother – DNA doesnt lie. Dr Lysander doesnt, either. I fight the tears that threaten. Not here, not now.
When I get back to Macs house, Aiden waits out front. Alone.Shouldnt you be on your way to a hospital to get that arm seen to properly?
Probably. I had to see you first. He reaches his good hand to my cheek, and I lean against him, into his warmth. So glad he is still alive, that we both are. And suddenly too full of everything that has happened to want to be anywhere else.Aiden tightens his good arm around me, and murmurs into my hair. I heard what you said before to Dr Lysander.