“Ellen, dear, what are you talking about?” Marco asked me.
I couldn't exactly tell if he was playing dumb, or if he simply hadn’t come to terms with the shocking statement I just made—but I didn’t care.
“You know exactly what,” I said, pointing an accusing finger at him.
“How could you know I’d been captured, and yet do nothing about it until a day after?” I asked, making sure my tone held enough bitterness to choke him.
“Who told you that?” Marco asked. “Because I want you to know it’s not true.”
I scoffed. “Oh please. Word goes around, and I’m very sure I couldn’t have heard the wrong thing ten different times.”
“Who were the murmurers?” Marco demanded.
“Tell me so I can have them flogged until they get sense, if they can’t come here and justify the rubbish they’ve been saying
