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My fist tightened further, nails biting into my palm.
"So Aldric knew," I said.
"He knew," Gabriel confirmed. "And he used it."
Of course he did.
Rage burned low in my chest.
"It was to his advantage of course," Gabriel went on. Nocturne wanted to keep their failing a secret and my dear brother wanted to keep something else hidden."
I looked up sharply. "What?"
His gaze didn't waver.
"The fact that he was the one who fed information to the rogues."
The words landed heavy.
For a second, I just stared at him.
Then something cold dragged its way down my spine.
My shoulders tensed before I could stop it, a sharp shudder running through me like my body had reacted before my mind could catch up.
"Why?" I asked.
The word came out rough. Stripped down to its bare bones.
"Why was he like that?" I pressed, my voice rising slightly despite myself. "We did nothing to him. Nothing. We trusted him. We… we loved him."
