“He was lying,” Whisper says. “I found out tonight when Hemlock came to dispose of me. But I was stupid, and I trusted him, and—Julien, I’m sorry. I had to choose her.” “Of course.” Julien touches his pendant through his shirt. “I get it. I’d kill just about anyone to protect Bellamy.” If Whisper was the sort of person who would choose Julien over his little sister, Julien never would have fallen for him.
