93: Forgive, Not Forget

Alexa “He really doesn’t have a heart, does he?” Julius sneered, jerking his chin toward Mr. Moris. That morning, everyone had gathered at the abandoned old station near the club. A magical train, usually used by Mr. Moris for transporting goods, was now filled with refugees from Silver Moon. Out of nearly a thousand Silver Moon residents, only about two hundred had escaped Alastair’s siege. Three-quarters of them were women and children. At the front carriage door, Jo was busy directing people onto the train. Meanwhile, Mr. Moris stood silently smoking, leaning against a platform. Even to the very end, the man showed no signs of helping us. No wonder Julius was upset, but Harlow and I had accepted the truth. Harlow murmured low between me and Julius. “Let him be. Bringing someone who half-hearted into a fight will only be a burden to the troops.” “What kind of kingmaker is that?” Julius snorted. He strode to the last carriage and closed the door. “Is it true he used to train alpha chi