Lie.
The battle starts in my head. Whether I should pull her up in her blatant dishonesty, or whether I should just let her do what she’s doing and watch. Cartier has become a recluse over the years. She thinks I don’t notice how she disappears for months on end and comes back with a more distant look in her eye. The worst part is that if she was anyone else, we would extract all the info we needed from her with or without her consent, but because she’s Cartier, she’s untouchable.
She stands from the swing, her palm resting against my chest. “It’s funny.”
“What’s funny?” I ask, one wrong word away from drowning her in the lake.
Her lashes fan over her cheeks every time she blinks. “That you all think that we’re safe now.”
She turns to walk away, but I catch her hand with mine, my eyes flying up to the house for a second to make sure no one is watching our exchange. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means what I said.” Then she leaves, and I watch as her ass sways with each step. I need to find Kyrin and call a meeting because whatever she’s holding on to is deep. I can feel it the same way I can feel her other emotions.