"Victoria." The name came out of me like something breaking.
"That's not possible," I said, though even as I said it, memory after memory rearranged itself in my mind, Victoria's flicker of recognition at the celebration, her too specific comment about scars, her insistence on switching cars in the plot I hadn't lived through yet but somehow already sensed coming.
"He's lying," Lucien said, his voice sharp, though I heard the uncertainty underneath it. "Vale's employer wants us divided. What better way than turning us against the one person who helped us last night."
"I'm not lying," Alaric said, blood trickling steadily down his throat now. "I've suspected for weeks that Victoria has been feeding information back to her grandfather. It's the only explanation for how Caleb learned about
