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Leaving Ariadne in the dining hall, we all had a rather awkward walk back to the cabins. We were silent—the only noise was the crunch of the dead leaves and the slop of the wet snow under our feet. But I thought I could see the disapproval on the faces of my companions. Gabriel, to his credit, looked sympathetic. Ian, meanwhile, was clearly disappointed in me. And as for Ash, she was downright angry. I shuddered. I felt uncomfortable. The three of them had been so warm and friendly to me back in the dining hall. I didn’t like to think that this was how it would be from now on.
I knew that my decision had been wrong. If Ariadne was telling the truth—and I was convinced, somewhere deep inside, that she was—if she was telling the truth, Goldie had killed all of our parents. He had not on
