“I can’t trust you, Luka. Your loyalty is to him, not me.” And he found himself asking the same question he’d asked her months ago. “Do you wish it was to you?” The silence stretched on for so long that he thought she wasn’t going to answer until finally she whispered, “Yes.” Every part of his being twisted with both betrayal and satisfaction at the admission until she added, “But wishes and hope are for the innocent and the heroes, not the monsters and the villains, so I no longer bother with either.”
