I wanted to hurl something vitriolic at him. Accuse him of killing my friends, my aunt. But in truth, there’d never been many friends, and my aunt wasn’t truly my aunt. So instead, I said, “You murdered children in that school, you know.”
He didn’t turn. “Did we? Or did our Right Honorable Lord ignore the dozens of messages we sent in warnin’, directin’ him to evacuate the city?”
“But he didn’t,” I said. “And you blew it up anyway.”
He spun on his heel. He didn’t seem as self-important as before, only intimidating. “All right, then we’re villains,” he said darkly, eyes piercing. “And we burned down your castle, if that’s what you need to believe. But if we’re villains, then Lord Tanner is the fuckin’ devil.”
I ignored the tremble in my core. I looked him up and down. “Patrick Colson,”
