Cole
Brian was silent throughout the ride, his gaze fixed on the horizon. When I looked around the vehicle, I noticed everyone was in deep thought, even Landon, who was driving. This was his cousin we were talking about. Erin was his cousin, and they were like brothers. The weight of our mission hung heavy in the air.
"I hope that tombstone has been taken down at the necropolis," I linked Olsen telepathically, not wanting Landon to overhear. I knew burying the fake Erin in the outskirts of the cemetery where traitors were buried had affected him deeply. It wasn't my decision; it was my mother's, but I could have moved his body to a proper burial site instead of making him a tombstone. The shame of having believed the lie even for a second gnawed at me.
I was grateful that I gave Ivory a
