I stand opposite Lachlan, having finished defending my grandfather. Telling him the truth. He is standing, chewing his lower lip, looking deep in thought. I glanced at Tate, still sitting on the floor, leaning on the building, taking in everything I had said. He nods at me. Before he looks away.

‘Tate?’ I mindlink.

‘Not now Violet.’ He responds.

‘I am sorry.’ I whispered through the link.

He nods again, before dropping his head to his hands. What have I done?

“Right, what makes you so sure that is the truth?” Lachlan's voice is suddenly booming. “He could be telling you things to make you feel sorry for him. Seems...