Because of that betrayal, her heart had shattered, pushing her to abandon everything and run.
"You cannot go to the Cyrus Sea tonight," Yardley warned, refusing to entertain Herbert's guilt trip. He was convinced Starla wasn't even there. And if she was... given the absolute venom she had displayed when taking down the Yelchins, he feared she had laid a lethal trap.
Herbert's eyes narrowed.
"Has it crossed your mind," Yardley asked slowly, "that she might actually want you dead?"
The words struck Herbert like a physical blow. His breath hitched. Did she? Could her hatred for him have escalated to that point? His face drained of color as he stared at Yardley in horror.
"It's a very real possibility, isn't it?" Yardley pressed.
Not just a possibility—a probability. Given how fiercely she despised them for the events of the past few weeks, she might genuinely want to watch Herbert burn.
"Are you saying," Herbert choked out, the reality suffocating him, "that she and Amos aren't just going after Licht tonight... they're coming after me, too?"
Was this how much she loathed him?
He refused to accept it. He looked at Yardley, desperate for reassurance.

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