“The fuck?” she breathed. “What do you mean? Are you telling me I tortured people… for rogues?”

“Meret—”

“Xavier, are you mad?” Meret raged. Her breaths uneven

His eyes hardened, not in anger, perhaps a little. but also in conviction. “I’m not mad. I should have told you earlier, yes. But I didn’t think it mattered, as long as the oppressed got justice.”

“The fuck are you even saying?” Meret spat. “I can’t believe I’m talking to you. Do you know what this ...