To but he hadn’t said anything to anyone.
“Nobody. I haven’t told anyone… but I found… a connection between a group here and a group back in Canada… some trade route…”
Antoine might not have seemed to be watching but he was, his eyes followed every minor movement Maddox made, trying to figure out if he made a mistake coming here or not. He still wasn’t sure, not when he spoke, not when the tone shifted. But he knew deep down he was safe here+
Maddox froze mid-step, the weight of Antoine’s truth seizing him. his hand, still halfway to the next shutter, faltered before lowering back to his side.
he turned, slow, his gaze narrowing not out of suspicion but out of precision. his chest rose and fell in quiet rhythm, +
Knew he had been compromised and wasn’t cut out for the work he was doing, but he didn’t have a choice.
“She could still be alive somewhere… it’s been 17 years… she could still be held captive somewhere…” was all he mumbled before he thought, thinking about who he had spoken+