““It’s about Thiago,” she said, and he felt the cool touch of finality. Of course it was the Wolf. When he’d seen them curved toward each other, laughing, he’d known, but a part of his mind had insisted on denying it—it was unthinkable—and then, when she’d looked across the cavern to him like that, to him, he’d hoped… “He’s not who you think,” Karou said, and Akiva knew what was coming next. He braced for it. “I killed him,” she whispered. … … … Wait. “What?””
