“Probably not.” He admits.
Silence stretches again, and the fresh air coming through the windows has started to push the worst of the musty smell out, and the trailer feels a little less suffocating than it did ten minutes ago.
“I heard about the deadline.” Carter says carefully.
“What about it?” I ask.
“Christopher gave Ezra until the funeral day.” He says. “To decide whether you’re going to be publicly punished or not.”
“Yeah,” I say.
He watches my face for a reaction.
“You’re not worried.” he says.
“I am.” I reply honestly. “But not about what you think.”
“You should be.” He says. “If Christopher shows up with warriors and demands spectacle, Ezra is going to be forced into a corner.”
“I know.” I say.
“And corners make people do things they regret.”
I look around the trailer
