"Your sister has some very good points though," I said softly, almost whispering.
"There are things she doesn't understand," he replied tightly, the smile wiped from his face.
"Then why not tell her?"
"Club business," he grunted like that was all the response needed.
"So, let me get this straight," I started.
"Sab," he groaned. "You don't know everything."
"Then tell me so I can understand why you're being such an a.ss, why you're lying, and why you're protecting that snake."
"I can't," he said with a sigh. "I just... can't."
Maybe it was something in the way that War looked right then. So small and tired and... hurt. You could see it in the way he slumped, in the way he clenched his jaw, in the depths of those jade-green pools. He didn't want to lie to his sister, didn't want Deli
