“To answer your question, I will not pursue Bree, because even if she is with an enemy, I know that she will survive—which is a far better fate than what awaits her here.” A long silence fills the rotunda. Aldrich’s mouth is a pursed line. His next words break the silence like stones thrown in a still pond. “You dance with treason today, Scion Davis.” “If treason is truth, then perhaps I do. Or perhaps I merely tire of your version of loyalty.”
