There had been the perfect opportunity for Eris to betray them all, if she’d considered the possibility. But instead, she had urged them to save themselves, and Clo was fluming pissed. Eris was meant to be selfish, not selfless.

Clo had accused Eris of not caring.

She’d accused Eris of being no different than Damocles.

Gods, the shame ate at Clo. She’d left Eris behind. She’d left her behind.

“What do we do?” Ariadne asked, perched in one of the command center chairs, her knees drawn up to her chest.

“Simple,” Nyx said. “We move forward and we don’t look back.”

“We just left her there,” Ariadne said, her voice small.

“So what? She asked us to.” Nyx clenched her jaw at Ariadne’s shocked expression. “Don’t look at me like that. Eris was the one who sacrificed herself. So, we don’t have Princess fucking Discordia on our ship anymore. Excuse me for not getting emotional. She’d be the first to tell me to cut our losses.”

Clo shot to her feet. “That’s enough.”

“Oh, it’s nowhere near enough, Clo. You knew this whole damn time who she was and didn’t tell any of us.”

Rhea released Clo’s shoulder. “Stop it, Nyx. That wasn’t Clo’s secret to tell. Eris saved you back there, and you want to abandon her?”

Nyx shrugged. “Maybe she wanted to be caught. Maybe she can convince Damocles to step aside, take up her place, and stop the assassination from within. Which isn’t exactly a bad idea.”

“She would have told us,” Ariadne insisted.

“Would she?” Cato asked from the co-pilot chair, with a pointed look to Clo. He shrugged. “I’d have kept it to myself. She’s the one who’s worried that Nova’s compromised.”

Clo’s lips thinned. “She’s not you, marsh-hole. She trusts us.”

“No. She’s just a trained general who earned her place as Heir to the Archon with blood.” Cato ran a hand through his hair. “I like Eris, or I thought I did, but she’s not exactly someone I’d bet on to choose emotion over practicality.”

“Look,” Clo said with a sigh. “A week ago, I would have agreed. Now? No. She would have told us. She would have given us that much.” When Cato opened his mouth to argue, Clo cut him off. “Oh, enough of this. Ari, can you communicate with her? See if she’s still alive, at least?”

Ariadne shook her head. “If he hasn’t removed her Pathos already, she’s well out of range.”