hapter 132
“I asked: who said it?” Raven repeated, voice flat as ice.
Another instructor chimed in weakly, “No, really, you heard wrong. Even if you gave us a hundred lives to gamble with, none of us would dare say something so blasphemous!”
“I’m asking one last time,” she said, “Who,”
“Peter Hussain.”
“Ben Newman.”
The two who had just denied it–along with a few others–blurted the names out practically in unison.
Peter was speechless.
Ben felt betrayed, thinking, ‘What happened to standing united? What happened to trust?’
They stared at each other in disbelief, practically mouthing you backstabbing cowards at the same time.
If they could go back in time, they would slap themselves. Hard.
How did they not think about it? Walkie–talkies weren’t exactly top–secret secure lines.
And now that Raven had heard what they’d been calling her behind her back… they didn’t need to think too hard to know what was coming.
But then… Peter suddenly lifted his chin and squared his shoulders. A man had to have dignity.
“Yeah,” he said boldly. “I said it. I called you the Iron Queen.”
Raven arched an eyebrow slightly.
“Oh? Is that so? In that case…”
