“Sounds great to me.” Xaden’s hand brushes the small of my back. “You good with this?” He glances my way. I study the set of Aaric’s chin and the determination in his green eyes, then nod in defeat. “We’re all allowed to make our own choices, and if this is yours, I’ll support it.”
What, so being accomplices to murder is acceptable now? This doesn't match their ethics.
