Lincoln's POV
The fire in the great hall was leaned low, crackling softly, and its heat did nothing to lessen the chill of uneasiness that is circling among us. The eight of us—formerly strangers, now united by fate—sat around the long, oak table.
Ayaana's eyes sparkled with suppressed anger as she stared at Chris. "You should have informed us. If you knew all this along, then why hide it?"
Chris settled back in his chair, arms crossed, his tone was calm but with a hit of annoyance. "Because not all truth must be said. Particularly when half the team cannot bear it."
"Deal with it?" Star stand up from her chair, her words shaking on a mixture of anger and pain. "We believed in you, Chris. We all believed in you. If you think keeping secrets protects us, you're mistaken—it just drives
