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Traitor
[Tritus]
Ona arrived an hour ago. I knew she would eventually. Not that she can change anything, it is already too late.
It is too late for all of us.
"How could you do it," she screams at me, so angry that even her hair is engulfed in red-hot flames. "Didn't you notice something was different about her?"
"I didn't pay much attention, to be honest," I lie. I can't let her know that I gave that girl up seeing what was obvious before my eyes. Something impossible.
Somehow that human girl was carrying a clutch. Primus' heirs.
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