I tighten the grip on my mace and narrow my angry eyes.
"You're the mole. You've been lying all this time."
She places a hand on her hip and snickers, "It takes one spy to spot another."
"So your feelings for him were all a lie?"
"I mimicked the best."
"You chose the most vulnerable of the six and used him to get information."
"Pretty Polly, you broke him so neatly that it wasn't difficult to pick him back up."
"Why?" I ask. My jaw clenches.
"Same reason you used: to save Earth from being conquered."
"You heartless bitch."