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"How long could we be in chaos?" asked Le Gal, his face stricken.
"For as long as the people here create it," David said. "Let's go, chaps." He began backing away, and Le Gal stood there preoccupied. When we almost reached the edge of the cemetery, he shouted to David shaking his head, "They won't change."
David turned to face him. "I know," David yelled back, "they're not ready, but change is coming." A furrow came upon David's brow. "Please, don't follow us." He turned, and we left.
I caught up with Aiden. "Did you catch what Le Gal said?"
"The implication that not only did Katheryn lie about sending Cadmar to America," he said, "but that he isn't dead? Oh yes. They had us well confused. As for your little aside with David, you left me out of the loop, and I understand why; someone must hold Pearce's hand. My heart goes out to him, but please don't make a habit of it. Okay? We have to stick together."
"I'm sorry, Aiden," I said. "I'll do my best to limit how often that happens."
