Lot paced as Grey spoke, telling him of Severin’s death, of her own identity, of the destruction of Locke. Except buried in all of that, she kept one final lie. “Severin,” she said, finishing. “He was the heir to the Isle. He was a well, too. I was just… the extra. A backup.” She let Lot comfort her as she cried, ignoring the seed of guilt that grew in her stomach. She watched Kier’s face as he heard the lie, believed it, swallowed it down.
