“Well, it’s not a prison cell,” he finally said.
“More than you deserve.”
“Did you come here to tell me that?”
“I don’t know why I’m here.”
She didn’t know why she admitted it. She hated that she was here at all. That thinking about people changing had brought her here. He was a spy. He’d turned her in. And yet…he’d come to find her when he’d realized the damage Visage was really doing. Not to mention, someone he loved was on the inside, and she knew what the inside was like.
“Probably because you know I did the right thing and yet I’m still in this room with armed guards.”
“You did one good thing. And you’ve spied on how many people?”
“Countless.” He tilted his head. “But not you.”
“You were spying all along. You fed me information about Elle before I even knew what it was. You followed me to find out about my photographs. You took me to that fight and walked me right into that blood bank. You already knew about all of it, didn’t you?”
He shrugged. “Yes.”
“Why? Why did you do it?”
“I long suspected Beckham was involved in the rebel group. I thought helping you along would tip his hand. That he’d reveal himself.”
“Why did you think he was a part of something like that?”
“He disagreed with the permanent positions and developed a lasting relationship with a human.” He smiled. “Penelope, that is.” Reyna kept her face neutral. “That prompted my interest, but it wasn’t until you arrived that he started acting different. So I thought you could help move things along.”
“But I wasn’t a rebel.”
“No. I never thought you were. You were too naive for that.”
Reyna glared. “So, you just used me?”
“I did actually like you. Spending time with you was refreshing.”
“Why? Because I was so naive?”
“Because you were sogenuine.”
Reyna rolled her eyes. “Amazing that a spy can’t seem to find anyone to be genuine with him.”
Everett didn’t take the bait. “What did they do to you?”
“They?” she asked. “Youdid this to me.”
“You’ve changed.”
“Yeah, I have. Being tortured for eight weeks does that to a person. I’m never going to be the victim like that again.”
“Tortured,” he breathed.
“Kidnapping victims tend to have psychological issues.”
“I bet it doesn’t help anything that you’re trapped here.”
Trapped. That word. She couldn’t fully suppress her shudder. “I can leave whenever I want.”
“Just as much as I can.” He tilted his head. “Just a captive playing a different game.”
