I eyed him. “Why aren’t you mad like the others?” “Oh, I’m mad,” he said, reaching for another piece of bread. “What you did was wrong, West. When you took us on, you said we’d each have an equal say. You went back on your word.” “Then why are you playing nice?” I asked. “Because.” He looked past me, to West. “If it was Paj, I’d have done the same damn thing.”
