Chapter 52 Divided Hearts

• The quiet between us seemed louder than the commotion from which we had just fled. My mind was running more quickly than I could keep up as I stood a few steps away from Sebastian and gazed into the charred trees. Like a knife poised to fall, the weight of everything—the lies, the half-truths, the things unsaid—hung between us.
• I couldn't look him in the face yet. With the aftermath of the battle with the Keeper still fresh in my thoughts. We had narrowly survived, but not without a price.
• "What kept you from telling me?" I said in a low, harsh voice that broke the uncomfortable silence. I didn't look at him.