"You planned this from the start, didn't you!"
Trey didn't answer. Of course not. Why would Trey do anything but smile that maddening smile, blade flickering like a wickedly razored ribbon between Jory and the courtyard arch.
Jory firmed up his grip on his own sword.
Why would he, when he clearly long planned to betray --
"You never meant a single word of --"
"An oath to a false king means nothing.
"I taught you better than that, Jory -!"