Chapter 34. Knights Commanders
I scowled. "Why? What did we do?"
Grey's voice was soft as sunlight, and cold as wind. "The Knights killed his wife," he said simply.
I sat there, my head already shaking in outright denial of his words. Knights didn't kill. We just didn't. We captured, guarded, and protected. To kill a person was to break one of Scipio's cardinal rules. It was to instantly reduce yourself to a one, and be tagged for arrest and exile.
"That's not possible," I said. "Tell that to Roark."
"I will. Right after I call him a liar."
"Wait-are you mad?" he asked, leaning back onto the palms of his hands and eyeing me. "Why are you mad?" "Because that was a lie," I said, still upset. "The Knights don't kill. If he says they killed his wife, then he is a liar"
"Whoa! Roark m
