The group froze, and Argonathe squinted at me and looked me up and down. Why would she be there? What was she doing? Please say she was just a spectator, that she was forced to be there. The thought of her being there, helping the coven hurt Fae was like a knife in the gut.
I know we’ve had our differences, but this? Hurting Fae, killing Fae? I can’t believe she would do that.
“Why was your sister there?” Argonathe turned his attention back to Oliver.
“She was in the crowd watching the sermons. I only saw her a few times.”
“Was she in charge of anything? Did you ever speak to her?”
“She didn’t lead the group. I never got a chance to speak with her; our guards kept us at a distance.” Oliver’s voice cracked, and I wished I could take his pain away or that I could remove his memories. Or
