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She left the couch, giving Remy the space she seemed to know
he needed. With a grace that left Remy more than a little unsettled, she walked
to the window and stared out toward the city—although Remy suspected that
wasn't really what she saw.
"You know," she started in a strikingly friendly
tone, "I never did understand why you were punished. Certainly, your
actions were rash, and you did almost expose us to the humans. But all things
considered, there was no reason to actually sentence you to death, especially
given the influence and standing your family has in France."
"What do you expect me to say?" Remy snapped at
her. "I was curious. There was something about your guild that didn't sit
right with me, but I never did figure it out. Not until much later, at
least."
Growing up, Remy had been unsettled by the behavior of
Blanchefleur's former leader, Florent. He hadn't been able to pinpoint what was
wrong, and he'd read up on guild legislation in an attempt to soothe his fears.
It hadn't worked. If anything, it had left him wondering why they were trusting
silencers to be the keepers of all their secrets. It gave them too much power.
No one had agreed with him, not even Laurent. So Remy had
taken it up on himself to find the evidence he needed. That decision turned out
to be quite unfortunate for him, since he'd ended up crashing a silencer
meeting. Florent's violent reaction had filled him with such dread that he'd
almost shifted into his wolf form on the spot, even if the area they'd been in
wasn't exactly the most isolated one. There had been humans around, although
now that Remy thought about it, he wondered if those people had actually been
involved with the guild from the beginning.
It didn't matter. Nothing Florent had said that day stood
out. From Remy's point of view, it had all been for naught.
Blanchefleur obviously didn't think the same. She turned
toward him, fixing him with a piercing, but cold glare—her silencer eyes.
"Don't you dare be vague about this. The fact that Sylvain and I left you
alive was instrumental to what happened later. That was when Florent started
watching us more closely. If we hadn't done that, if we hadn't stepped in for
you, he might still be alive."
Remy didn't think she truly believed that, since there had
been more factors involved in her decision—mostly her son, whom both she and
her mate had wanted to protect. Besides, his execution would have probably gone
through the Gathering, and his family would have somehow prevented it.
Probably. Maybe. Remy couldn't be certain. Back then, the
Gathering had placed a lot of faith into the guilds, so if Florent said he
deserved death, perhaps they would have not questioned it after all.
He would never know, but he could answer Blanchefleur's
question, even if it did stir uncomfortable memories for both of them.
"There's not much I gained from that day, other than the glasses—but... I
did find something."
The memory came unbidden, unearthed from the back of his mind
where he'd kept it buried for so long.
****
"You! Little worm! Come here."
Remy stumbled out of his now compromised hiding spot and
didn't bother with looking at the speaker. He already knew the man's identity,
since he'd basically followed him here. He also knew that if he was caught, it
would be all over.
He ran out of the warehouse that had been hosting the
silencer meeting. Outside, the sun had already faded into sharp shades of gold
and orange, leaving behind a horizon that seemed tinted with blood. Through the
smoke and fumes that permeated the air in the docks, the sight was startling
and, to Remy's fevered mind, it seemed like an omen.
He tried to control his wolf, but he couldn't quite
succeed. A human grabbed onto his arm, and Remy pushed him away so hard the man
went flying into a pile of crates. He didn't have time to be alarmed by his own
actions, because the silencer who'd been with Florent—a man Remy didn't
recognize—was suddenly on him.
Remy
he needed. With a grace that left Remy more than a little unsettled, she walked
to the window and stared out toward the city—although Remy suspected that
wasn't really what she saw.
"You know," she started in a strikingly friendly
tone, "I never did understand why you were punished. Certainly, your
actions were rash, and you did almost expose us to the humans. But all things
considered, there was no reason to actually sentence you to death, especially
given the influence and standing your family has in France."
"What do you expect me to say?" Remy snapped at
her. "I was curious. There was something about your guild that didn't sit
right with me, but I never did figure it out. Not until much later, at
least."
Growing up, Remy had been unsettled by the behavior of
Blanchefleur's former leader, Florent. He hadn't been able to pinpoint what was
wrong, and he'd read up on guild legislation in an attempt to soothe his fears.
It hadn't worked. If anything, it had left him wondering why they were trusting
silencers to be the keepers of all their secrets. It gave them too much power.
No one had agreed with him, not even Laurent. So Remy had
taken it up on himself to find the evidence he needed. That decision turned out
to be quite unfortunate for him, since he'd ended up crashing a silencer
meeting. Florent's violent reaction had filled him with such dread that he'd
almost shifted into his wolf form on the spot, even if the area they'd been in
wasn't exactly the most isolated one. There had been humans around, although
now that Remy thought about it, he wondered if those people had actually been
involved with the guild from the beginning.
It didn't matter. Nothing Florent had said that day stood
out. From Remy's point of view, it had all been for naught.
Blanchefleur obviously didn't think the same. She turned
toward him, fixing him with a piercing, but cold glare—her silencer eyes.
"Don't you dare be vague about this. The fact that Sylvain and I left you
alive was instrumental to what happened later. That was when Florent started
watching us more closely. If we hadn't done that, if we hadn't stepped in for
you, he might still be alive."
Remy didn't think she truly believed that, since there had
been more factors involved in her decision—mostly her son, whom both she and
her mate had wanted to protect. Besides, his execution would have probably gone
through the Gathering, and his family would have somehow prevented it.
Probably. Maybe. Remy couldn't be certain. Back then, the
Gathering had placed a lot of faith into the guilds, so if Florent said he
deserved death, perhaps they would have not questioned it after all.
He would never know, but he could answer Blanchefleur's
question, even if it did stir uncomfortable memories for both of them.
"There's not much I gained from that day, other than the glasses—but... I
did find something."
The memory came unbidden, unearthed from the back of his mind
where he'd kept it buried for so long.
****
"You! Little worm! Come here."
Remy stumbled out of his now compromised hiding spot and
didn't bother with looking at the speaker. He already knew the man's identity,
since he'd basically followed him here. He also knew that if he was caught, it
would be all over.
He ran out of the warehouse that had been hosting the
silencer meeting. Outside, the sun had already faded into sharp shades of gold
and orange, leaving behind a horizon that seemed tinted with blood. Through the
smoke and fumes that permeated the air in the docks, the sight was startling
and, to Remy's fevered mind, it seemed like an omen.
He tried to control his wolf, but he couldn't quite
succeed. A human grabbed onto his arm, and Remy pushed him away so hard the man
went flying into a pile of crates. He didn't have time to be alarmed by his own
actions, because the silencer who'd been with Florent—a man Remy didn't
recognize—was suddenly on him.
Remy
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