"So you agree that you knew about yesterday," the Golden Boy spoke up.
Kael stepped forward. His fists were clenched at his sides, trembling slightly. His eyes were bloodshot—he clearly hadn't slept well after seeing the massacre.
"Yeah. I had my guesses," I said, keeping my tone poker-flat.
At that, a look of raw anger contorted Kael's face.
"How could you be so calm about it?" he demanded, his voice rising. "Do you know how many people lost their lives yesterday? If you knew, you could have warned the authorities! You could have told the Knights! Many lives could have been saved!"
I looked at him.
He was right, morally speaking. A hero would have warned everyone. A hero would have tried to save everyone.
But I wasn't a hero. And if I had warned them without proof, I would be in a dungeon right now for "conspiring with terrorists."
But I couldn't say that. Not to him.
So, I put on my mask.
