Cassius wondered for a moment if Isaac was lying; after all, even if he currently stood on Arabella's side, the boy had spent every year of his life inside the castle under Morpheus's shadow.
Loyalty formed in such a place rarely disappeared cleanly.
And although Isaac claimed that he despised Morpheus's rules and the tyrannical system he enforced, Cassius knew well that hatred spoken aloud did not always equate to hatred rooted in truth. They had no real proof, no undeniable sign that Isaac's bitterness was genuine rather than a careful act. It wouldn't have been the first time Morpheus planted someone among their ranks with sweet words and pitiful eyes.
Eyeing Isaac a moment longer, Cassius finally released a deep, tense sigh.
If Isaac were truly one of Morpheus's people, would he still be sitting here with them?
No.
