“And what if it’s a choice between us or killing Elsa? Or Greyson?” I said. “You can’t tell me you’d refuse.”
A muscle in his jaw twitched. “It wouldn’t be easy, but—”
“Right. You’re the one who isn’t afraid to sacrifice a pawn or two if it means winning the game.” I glared at him. “The people love her. You can’t condemn her as a war criminal, no matter what she does. The best way to get around what she’s saying is to do exactly what I did—acknowledge her. Acknowledge the fact that she’s really on our side, but is being blackmailed. It discredits anything that comes out of her mouth.”
“If they choose to believe us. They could easily turn the tables.”
“Our story’s believable,” I said firmly. “Theirs isn’t.”
Silence lingered between us. He stared at me, and pinned by his unwavering gaze
