FIA
"What—"
I clamped my hand over his mouth before the word could echo down the corridor. His eyes went wide, shock bleeding through the surprise.
"If you won't be quiet, we can't talk here anymore," I hissed.
I grabbed his hand to pull him somewhere more private, but he yanked it back. The movement was sharp enough that I stumbled half a step.
"My mother knows?" he said.
It might have sounded like a question. But I knew damn well that wasn't a question.
I swallowed. I hated this. Hated that I had to throw the Grand Luna under anything, even if it was to save myself from a different truth. "Yes. She knows."
"And she told you to keep it from me."
"She implored me to keep it from you," I corrected, though the distinction felt paper-thin.
He scoffed. The sound was bitter and disbelieving. "And you agreed to it."
"Yes."
"What?" He stared at me like I had grown a second head. "Why?"
