“I have to agree.” Fenris’s yellow gaze slanted toward Noria. She still had the blanket from last night wrapped around her slim shoulders. Coupled with her wild hair and gaunt, shadowed face, she looked like a lost child. But the sullen look on her face dampened my compassion for her. Yes, she’d suffered, but most of my sympathy in this messy situation was for Annia and Elnos.

“I don’t know why you’re looking at us like we’re traitors,” I said aloud to her. “You’re the one who abandoned your family and friends to join a bunch of mass-murderers.”

Noria recoiled as though I’d struck her, her accusatory glare briefly eclipsed by pain. “I didn’t abandon them—I was trying to assure their safety.” Her glare returned with a vengeance. “At least I’m not a sellout like you.”

“Noria!” Elnos scolded, his eyes widening with alarm.

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t say,” Noria said, rounding on her ex-boyfriend. “I’ve had far more than enough of that since arriving here.”

“Yeah, and whose fault was that?” I demanded, taking a step forward. I didn’t dare close the distance completely—my hands were itching to throttle her for being such an ungrateful brat. It occurred to me that Iannis must have viewed me in a similar light, and I was amazed he hadn’t killed me outright in the beginning. “You came here of your own will, ignoring all the warnings Annia and I gave you that the Resistance is corrupt. Nobody stopped you from airing your opinions in Solantha—everybody knew you wanted to join the Resistance before you left, and nobody carted you off and stuck you in a jail cell for that. It’s your willful blindness that got you into this mess, nothing else, and worse, you’ve dragged all of us into it too. Annia almost died because of you!”

Noria opened her mouth to say something else, but no words came out. The fire died in her eyes and her shoulders sagged. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” she muttered, her dark eyes firmly fixed on the ground.

I wanted to say tough shit, not willing to let her run away from this conversation so easily. Anger roiled in my chest at Noria’s churlishness after all we’d gone through, and I longed to rub her face in all the facts she was choosing to ignore. But Elnos gave me a pleading look, and I kept my mouth shut.