took a breath. "The incident at Miller's Crossing is just another example that we should be doing our job better. Loyalists are an absolute threat to our cause. They need to be identified and dealt with."
“Loyalists are the folks who support your father,” Dia whispered to me. "We call ourselves the rebels."
“That’s an understatement,” Erica pointed out. “Loyalists have been the biggest threat any of us have come across so far . Probably next to Melchior, himself. I’ve been telling people lies just so I can see if the lies get out, and then I track them back to the source. I’ve already caught a crapload of moles that way.” Then she glanced over at me and smiled. "Good times."
Christina nodded. “Just be very careful. Don’t give out any information to anyone who isn’t sitting around this table. Got it?”
Everyone nodded as Knight rubbed his chin and leaned forward. “Speaking of moles,” he started , settling his gaze on me as his jaw tightened. “I think we need to keep a strict eye on Quillan .”
I felt my heart stop as I glared at him. “ Quillan gave me his word, Knight."
“This isn’t about pinky promising,” he spat back at me, narrowing his eyes. “ Quillan was Melchior’s right-hand man for how many years?”
“That’s beside the point,” I threw back.
“Wait, Quillan Beaurigard joined The Resistance?” Fagan asked in a tone that belied his incredulity. "Are we no longer consulted on anything anymore?" he demanded of Christina.
She just shrugged. "It made sense to grant him absolution."
" Um, h ow did it make sense?" Erica asked in a loud tone, seemingly irritated again. One thing for Nymphs--most of them were bipolar.
"He was the closest person to Melchior; and, yes, he did work with Melchior during the entire time I did," Christina started. "So he knows how Melchior thinks."
"But don't you think Melchior is aware that Quillan is one of us?" Erica asked with a frown as she shook her head, clearly uncomfortable with the revelation. "I mean, hello McFly !"
"No," Christina answered. "As far as he's aware, Quillan could be rotting in one of our prisons."
"Which is where he should be," Knight added, and I made the decision to ignore him.
"Until word gets out," Dia said and shook her head. "It's just a matter of time before Melchior is made aware that Quill has joined us. And then he'll have to change his tactics 'cause he'll be more than aware that Quillan knows everything about him." She paused for a second and sighed, glancing down at her fingernails as she buffed them against her bright red blouse. "This could come back to bite us, y'all."
"It's all the more reason for us to act now rather than later," I said sternly. "We have to beat my father at his own game and the only way we're going to do that is with timeliness. We have to take him by surprise."
Christina nodded. " Dulcie's right."
“This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!” Fagan yelled, slamming his fists against the table again. "You talk as though the elf has actually joined us! When he could be the biggest mole among us!"
“ So lemme get this right," Erica started, a frown marring her pretty face. " We’ve been working our asses off trying to separate the loyalists from the rebels and you just decide to bring Quillan on?” She continued, glaring at Christina and then me .
Christina glared right back at both of them. “I’ve informed Dulcie that Quillan is her responsibility. And if she feels he’s worthy of our trust, then I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt. And I refuse to hear another word on the subject.”
“He must be kept under strict surveillance,” Knight said, leaning back against his chair as his attention rested on me again. I refused to look at him. Anger freely flowed through me, but I tempered it. There was no point in reacting because it wasn't like I could ever change Knight's mind where Quillan was concerned. The others, however, I was less sure
“Loyalists are the folks who support your father,” Dia whispered to me. "We call ourselves the rebels."
“That’s an understatement,” Erica pointed out. “Loyalists have been the biggest threat any of us have come across so far . Probably next to Melchior, himself. I’ve been telling people lies just so I can see if the lies get out, and then I track them back to the source. I’ve already caught a crapload of moles that way.” Then she glanced over at me and smiled. "Good times."
Christina nodded. “Just be very careful. Don’t give out any information to anyone who isn’t sitting around this table. Got it?”
Everyone nodded as Knight rubbed his chin and leaned forward. “Speaking of moles,” he started , settling his gaze on me as his jaw tightened. “I think we need to keep a strict eye on Quillan .”
I felt my heart stop as I glared at him. “ Quillan gave me his word, Knight."
“This isn’t about pinky promising,” he spat back at me, narrowing his eyes. “ Quillan was Melchior’s right-hand man for how many years?”
“That’s beside the point,” I threw back.
“Wait, Quillan Beaurigard joined The Resistance?” Fagan asked in a tone that belied his incredulity. "Are we no longer consulted on anything anymore?" he demanded of Christina.
She just shrugged. "It made sense to grant him absolution."
" Um, h ow did it make sense?" Erica asked in a loud tone, seemingly irritated again. One thing for Nymphs--most of them were bipolar.
"He was the closest person to Melchior; and, yes, he did work with Melchior during the entire time I did," Christina started. "So he knows how Melchior thinks."
"But don't you think Melchior is aware that Quillan is one of us?" Erica asked with a frown as she shook her head, clearly uncomfortable with the revelation. "I mean, hello McFly !"
"No," Christina answered. "As far as he's aware, Quillan could be rotting in one of our prisons."
"Which is where he should be," Knight added, and I made the decision to ignore him.
"Until word gets out," Dia said and shook her head. "It's just a matter of time before Melchior is made aware that Quill has joined us. And then he'll have to change his tactics 'cause he'll be more than aware that Quillan knows everything about him." She paused for a second and sighed, glancing down at her fingernails as she buffed them against her bright red blouse. "This could come back to bite us, y'all."
"It's all the more reason for us to act now rather than later," I said sternly. "We have to beat my father at his own game and the only way we're going to do that is with timeliness. We have to take him by surprise."
Christina nodded. " Dulcie's right."
“This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!” Fagan yelled, slamming his fists against the table again. "You talk as though the elf has actually joined us! When he could be the biggest mole among us!"
“ So lemme get this right," Erica started, a frown marring her pretty face. " We’ve been working our asses off trying to separate the loyalists from the rebels and you just decide to bring Quillan on?” She continued, glaring at Christina and then me .
Christina glared right back at both of them. “I’ve informed Dulcie that Quillan is her responsibility. And if she feels he’s worthy of our trust, then I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt. And I refuse to hear another word on the subject.”
“He must be kept under strict surveillance,” Knight said, leaning back against his chair as his attention rested on me again. I refused to look at him. Anger freely flowed through me, but I tempered it. There was no point in reacting because it wasn't like I could ever change Knight's mind where Quillan was concerned. The others, however, I was less sure
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