“I feel like I’ve heard this from you before,” I muttered, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Perhaps it’s time to try something new.” “You’re choosing her over us,” he accused, stepping farther inside. His words should have struck deep, just as he intended them to, and there was a time when they would have. But now, it was just another reminder of how much we had changed. “Over the rebellion,” he continued. “Over the people we both swore to protect.”
