“Telsin,” Wax said, voice hoarse. Edwarn wouldn’t have come in here without a mole. She made the most sense. But rusts. “I’m sorry, Waxillium,” she said. “Don’t do this.” He hesitated. Too long. She raised the gun. He fired. She did the same. His shot swerved away from her, Pushed by Allomancy. But her shot—aluminum—took him just below the neck.
I knew i couldnt trust this b
