Chapter Five: The Walls Have Ears

His hidden thought stabbed toward Kai: *Once Mountain's knee gets out, he won't represent anybody.* Kai still wore his helmet for the practice scheduled after the meeting. He meant to stay silent, but the argument was one shove from becoming a fight. “Enough,” he said. “Mountain can barely bend his knee and still plays for you. You think he's selling anyone out?” The room died. Mountain turned slowly. “Who told you?” Kai understood too late. He had stopped a fight with a secret and publicly wounded the first man who had protected him. “I saw—” “You saw nothing.” Mountain limped close. “I brought you into the line room. You spent my trust on a speech?”