Lyra
Randall didn’t give me an answer right away.
“It’s not that easy,” he finally said.
My brows drew together. “What do you mean?”
He leaned back, fingers curling loosely around his coffee cup. “Remember when I said they hurt my family?”
“Yes.”
“I won’t go into detail, but what they did cost us so much that we severed ties and they branded us traitors.”
Traitors. That word. Lewis had mentioned it, citing it as the reason why he couldn’t set up this meeting I wanted. If Randall was a traitor, too, then my being here was headed for doom. He could do nothing to help me. His connections couldn’t either.
Randall went on. “I’m a traitor to them, Lyra. I have been for years. And traitors of the organization are killed.”
A shiver rolled down my spine.
“But you are alive.”
“Because
