After the visit with Ethan, I sit on the couch in Lemuel’s office. I lean my head on my interlaced hands. I don’t like this one bit. Morally, I am obligated to help my friends, but that means I will hurt Aaron… again. The thought of the pain I will cause him this time is alarming. I don’t want to do this.
A cup of tea appears in my line of vision. Lemuel prepares it and places it on the coffee table.
“To calm the nerves,” he whispers as he sits beside me on the couch.
I snort. “Are you involved in this, Lemuel? Ethan seems to trust you, but when I think of it, you will gain the most in this.”
“Gain the most? What do you think I will gain from this?”
I chuckle. This is too unfair and arrogant, but I can’t help it. “I will be your Scepter now. You must be so proud of yourself for manipu
