He shook his head. “But we’re still Blackcoats. We’re still on the same side.”
“Didn’t seem like it from your performance this morning,” I said, and he shrugged.
“Elsa brought that on herself. If she can’t play nice, then we don’t include her. Plain and simple.”
“But she runs the other half of the army.”
“I know,” he said, but he didn’t elaborate. It seemed like a dangerous proposition to me, cutting them off from our plans, but maybe he would be more lenient once we had the file in our hands.
We sat in silence for a few minutes. Richardstared out the window, and I listened to the men and women in the back. They didn’t invite us to play their game, and I realized, with somewhat of an epiphany, that I didn’t expect them to. Richardwas their commander, and while I might have had little
