Traitor Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

she said crudely. “Matteo? He’s not Indian, he’s Wolastoqiyik” I corrected her. “Even in your state of despair you feel the need to correct me, honestly Harper, does it matter?” she asked, exasperated with me, and pushing me into the cold shower. I yelped and sobered up quickly as Lane washed my hair with care. “Lane... I lost my baby” I sobbed.

“Every clue pointed to you, but… damn it, Kira. You’re a traitor.” “Traitor?” She feigned ignorance. “What? Cassian, you can’t believe-” “Don’t you dare.” He growled lowly. “Don’t you dare say my name.” His body shook with rage, but he didn’t release me. His gaze pinned Kira, sharp and unforgiving. “The trap wasn’t the decoy I sent. The real trap was the information I gave you. I told Nicole wolfcross was the real route. Only you knew the Ashenfang route,” he said slowly, each word deliberate, his claws pressing just beneath the skin of his hands. “You sent the mercenaries. You are the Betrayer. ”

A traitor? Conor instantly lost his temper as he shot up and stomped towards the door. “I’m the fucking traitor?! They killed my son! And I have no idea if Karen will even make it out of here alive but I’m the traitor?! I don’t give a fuck if you’re the king! How fucking dare, you father!!” Conor screamed through the door. Hell fucking no! There’s no way I’m a traitor! He deserved that! He deserves so much worse!

The room feels impossibly small, the air thick with the weight of everything unsaid. Sofia glances at me, her eyes wide, pleading. She takes a deep breath, and for a second, I swear she’s about to break down. “The traitor,” she continues, her voice barely above a whisper, “is someone close to Marco. Someone he’s trusted for years.”

Ready to protect what they had built. No matter who the traitor turned out to be.

Emilia nodded, her determination renewed. "I'm with you," Emilia said. "Let's do this." As they began to investigate, Emilia and Liam discovered that the traitor was someone close to them. Someone they had trusted. Emilia's heart sank as she realized who it was. "It's Lucas," Emilia said, her voice barely above a whisper. Liam's eyes widened in shock. "No," Liam said. "It can't be." Emilia nodded, her eyes locked on Liam's. "I'm sorry," Emilia said. "But it's true. Lucas is the traitor."

I folded my hands in my laps, “You know she's a traitor, right? You just said that she's a betrayal. What more do you want?” “But, but…” “Again, Ariana was a traitor. What more needs to be recorded than that?” “Some believe traitors speak clearest at the edge of a blade,” Elder Grace continued carefully. “Others believe even traitors should be heard, if only to expose the rest of the rot.” I shrugged, “Betrayal is betrayal. A traitor is a traitor. I don't see the difference.” “A fair judgement.” “I know where the rot lies,” I said, voice cold now. “And it has already been removed.”

The traitor must be living close to him and the persons whom he interact daily was the soldiers, his men, the maids and then the persons who he considered family. The worst part of finding a traitor is that you have to be ready for the face to be revealed behind the mask. The person could be the one you trust the most and Zackarya had encountered such things before. Being sold for some amount of money was common for the people around him but he still had some people who he trusted blindly. Kaz, Conner and now General too.

He tried to reason, but I was buying none of it. I shook my head, my teeth biting down on my lower lip. “You know what is a lot to handle?” I turned my head to look at him, my brows knitted together. “That they were labelled traitors.” The word itself left a bitter taste in my mouth, for I’m unable to digest it for its utter bullshit. Traitors? Really? “It’s suspicious indeed.” Caleb pointed out, his own lips slanted into a deep frown. “It’s way too much of a coincidence that the evidence of them plotting treason showed up just in time the massacre was reported.”

Elena Amid that impenetrable darkness, there was no glimmer of light, not even the faintest spark. It was an abyss, an unending sea of obsidian, gripping me in its inescapable vice. The claws of this darkness were dangerous, scary, and strange. Then, a glimmer, a beacon in that sea of shadows—I saw it. My room, nestled in a forgotten corner, bathed in the gentle glow of two lamps. My old room, a sanctuary I'd occupied before my world changed, before I was reduced to a slave, marked with a sinister and damning moniker—the Traitor's Daughter.