I’d done my best for the Blackcoats, telling the country my entire story just a few days ago. It was up to them to decide what they believed now. And if that wasn’t good enough for Amanda, so be it. I was the one who had to livewith myself after this was all said and done, and I couldn’t do that with Amanda’s or Greyson’s blood on my hands.
“Very good,” said Daxton, clapping delightedly. “You’re a true star, Kitty. I never quite saw it before all of this unfortunate madness, but you, my darling—you’re something special.”
“Does that mean you’re going to keep me and let Amanda and Greyson go?” I said, and he stood, offering me his hand. Against my better judgment, I took it.
“Oh, no, no—I couldn’t possibly force them to leave the safety of the Stronghold, not when there’s a war raging out
