When Cosette returned to her room, she stood behind the door with her back against it. She closed her eyes and let out a deep exhale, cocking her head back.
"Not a word to the Quinns, huh?" she whispered, recalling Conrad's reminders. "I didn't expect that."
Cosette was not dense not to realize Conrad must've known more about this organization. She knew about it, but just the general details. Even if she slept with Maxen as many times as she could in her previous life and fell in love with him, Cosette and Maxen didn't talk about his affairs.
It was too dangerous.
"But now… I kinda regret not prying." Another deep exhale escaped her mouth, pulling her back from the door, only to throw herself on the bed. Cosette rested her arm over her forehead, staring at the ceiling blankly.
"Am I capable of killing someone?" she wondered.
