“No, she didn’t tell us,” Sylred says quietly. “Fucking hell, Scratch,” Evert snaps. “Sorry,” I say, feeling chastised. “She was using us,” Ronak says. I shake my head adamantly and try to grab onto his arms, forgetting myself. “No, I swear.” Evert points at his face. “That’s not what she was doing. Stop always trying to see the worst in her.”
