“You switched sides because your mother died of a heart attack?” She gave a loud scoff, standing up, hiding a wince. “Her death wasn’t anyone’s fault, and even if it was, did you murder Principate Apollo by ripping out his heart by accident? Ran off with it and joined the Undying for three years, saw her die, kept going, and then what? You got so melancholy because you can’t get drunk that you decided to turn spy?” She was baiting him. She knew it would enrage him. She hoped that if she goaded him enough, he’d finally tell the truth. His eyes snapped open. They’d turned silver, and two
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