Emily's POV
Maren was not like a traitor – at least what I know of traitors.
Traitors in the stories always had a tell. A nervous twitch, a scent soured by fear and guilt, eyes that darted toward the exits looking for an escape. Maren possessed none of these.
That was what I had been thinking of when I had been standing on the end of the wall of the strategy room and had seen Liam carrying her in. She was just like she always had been, silent and composed, her grey hair pulled back and her hands clenched across her. By her aspect she was a woman who, in a life of decades of invisibility chosen, was already quite well practiced.
She noticed me before noticing Rollins.
She caught a glimpse of something on her face. Not fear exactly. More calculation — a swift, quick assessme
