"So what?" Jenny crossed her arms and cocked a hip, chin lifted like she was already the winner of an argument no one else agreed with. "It's your fault for spouting 'Hidden Boss' this and that back in town. You practically told everyone to come steal it."
Isolde's gaze slid to Leonel. He stood there with his shield still frosted at the edges, steam curling from his breath in the cold. The accusation hit harder than he expected. His jaw tightened as he swallowed down the sting.
My fault? Leonel hadn't imagined his goodwill could boomerang back with such venom. He had only wanted to help. He was used to trusting first and sorting the pieces later; most days, that worked. Today, it didn't.
