"Antoine," she said. "He's a spy for Czerno. Czerno pays him well for the locations of the safe houses in Europe and the names and locations of the Guardians."
"That we knew," Sasha said with a firm nod.
"Haydaen," she said, drawing out another. "His wife's death was by his own hand. He felt you suspected him and devised a plot with Czerno to torture …" Her voice caught at the images replaying through her mind. Damian reached across the table and touched her face, dismissing them. "… to torture and blame her death on Jilian. He sold out his family for money and land in Italy."
No one spoke. She reached Isac's picture and stopped, looking up at Damian.
"Damian …"
"Whatever it is, it's okay," he said.
"Isac. He killed your brother." She struggled to control her emotions as the words came out. She didn't think anyone heard her choked words. Silence followed. When she was brave enough, she looked up at Damian. He had leaned back in his seat, his face a frozen mask. She met Dustin's penetrating gaze.
"And Claire," she added.
"Claire what?" Damian growled in a voice that bordered on inhuman.
"She and Isac." She couldn't bring herself to say what they'd done. The words were too painful, and by the predatory stillness of the man across from her, she was terrified of what he'd do if she said it again. He rose, as if on autopilot, turned, and faced the window.
"I know you're jealous, but this is disgusting," he said in a low voice so sharp she jumped.
"I'd never do that to you," she said, unable to stop the tears she'd been holding back since the start of the evening. "She's sleeping with Czerno and feeding him the names of the new Guardians. She and Isac killed your brother. They plotted together during the hunting trip you and your brother took the day before he died. Claire lured him away from his Guardians to the warm springs by the-"
"Enough!" He faced her, eyes whirling madly. His accusation and fury were plain on his flushed face.
"Why do you think she came here? She wants to find a way to kill you, too!" She forced herself to continue.
"You jealous little bi-"
Before she knew what she did, she'd closed the distance between them and slapped him hard. Fury bubbled within her, breaking free.
"Tonight, I've given you the last shred of me that was human!" she shouted. "I just signed their death warrants, and you think I'd stoop so low as to point the gun at someone because I'm jealous? You think I'd sell my soul because of something so stupid? I'm doing this for you! This is what I am! But you know what, Damian? Fuck you. Fuck you!"