“Aegis drugged me,” I rasped. “He told me everything,” Cly sneered. “You were getting uppity out there, weren’t you? You spent so long pretending to be someone who matters that you forgot your place. He warned me about you. He told me you might turn and bite your masters like the rabid mongrel bitch you are.” Aegis stared at the ground. After so many betrayals from him, I’d thought that I’d grow numb to them, that one more couldn’t hurt so much. I was wrong. It hurt anyway. My heart had its own muscle memory, and nothing could teach it that my childhood friend was now my most faithful enemy.
