"He did-" she gulped. "but he called... the day you took yourself out of the mission... he called," she blurted out. I looked at her suspiciously.
"And that changes his plans sohow?" I seethed. To know that he had planned on killing from the very beginning; that he had played for a fool... it...
Fuck.
"It matters!" she exclaid, catching off guard. "He told the Chief that the deal was off."
Shock.
Fear.
Disbelief.
"Wha-" I clamped my mouth shut, unprepared for the onslaught of the hopeful thoughts at the back of my mind. The thoughts crept up on and took over my mind, rendering useless for a few devastating monts.
No. I stopped myself from going any further.
"What did you say?"
"He told them to fuck off and that he didn't need any help from them," she paused, if only for a second, but then spoke again. "I think he... he did it for you." I shook my head vigorously.
"If he had done it for , he would have owned up to it."
"You would have killed him."
"He left for dead! He betrayed !"
"He loved you!"
"Yes, when he was fucking , he loved ."
"You don't understand!"
"You don't know him. He... I ant nothing to him, a pawn in his ga. I admire him for it, but it doesn't make hate him any less."
"You loved him... it's okay..."
"He's the secret agent that betrayed my mother. She was killed because of it."
"Your father killed your mother."
"And he did nothing to stop him. He let it happen... Why?"
"Because he was proving that he was worth the throne... He beca Jasper so that he could show the worthless father of his that he was more than capable to handle the empire." She stepped forward, trying to cradle my face in her palms. I moved away from her, revolted that she was taking his side. "You are just like him..."
"I am nothing like him, Daisy. He has so many faces that... I don't even know which one of them is true," I choked.
"Why are you defending him?" I asked her when she didn't reply. My eyes were shut and I was trying not to imagine his face... I was trying to push the nightmares away; trying to prevent them from resurfacing.
"I don't want to... I really don't... but I feel that you should know..." I could hear her ragged breathing. I could hear how worried she was about . I wondered if she thought I would have another heart attack. I realized that she did.
"I can protect myself this way... I won't feel lost." I had no fight left in .
"You're only hurting yourself," she said. "Your anger is justified, Mia, but you cannot harm yourself in the process. What they did was wrong, and I promised that I would get them back. Jacob promised that they would die for their mistakes. Isn't that enough? Must you fill yourself with all these thoughts and kill yourself slowly?" Her words had made sense; I found myself at a loss for words.
I kept my knees close so that they wouldn't betray . Everyone, it seems, was betraying .
I felt her arms encircle . She pulled into her arms and whispered her plans to . I nodded, rely, letting the brilliance of it wash over . She was divinely inspired, she told as she soothed . Words of revenge cald down. She told that Sean, himself, had helped her figure out a way to destroy Anthony Murray, I listened to her intently. I smiled when I heard her say that she needed one more person to complete the plan. I felt tears escape my eyes as I laughed. I told her that I would do it. I told her that nothing in this world would make happier than it.
She hugged and let cry on her shoulder.
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