Five’s POV "You already knew," I hissed, and the anger that arrived was different from the anger about the note — colder, sharper, directed at something more specific. "How long?" He exhaled slowly. "Theron confirmed it before I left for the altar," he answered, dragging a hand throygh his face. "Before you left," I repeated, the words registering. "You knew Rebecca had tried to have me killed and you left." "The altar couldn't—" He stopped, as if realizing there was no defending this. The feel of betrayal and anger settled in my chest. He had left me here, left me with her, knowing what she had done, and said nothing to me about it. The room was quiet. I hadn't realized when, but somewhere along the line, I had started trusting him. And he had— My throat worked. "I had guards on your corridor," he defended. "Covertly. I was moving carefully to avoid alerting her that we knew—" "Your guards," I started flatly, "were not in the corridor when she had me brought to the co
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