Fractured (Josie) novel Chapter 291

Chapter 201 

Chapter 291 

**Mason’s POV** 

+25 BONUS 

My eyes are blurry from all the reading we have been doing Whichever one of us was Nero, they had terrible handwriting and waffled on about absolutely pointless crap for almost seven whole pages. If I had to put money on it, I’d say Nero is Theo. We will have to make sure we mignitor what he writes in it this time, for the sake of my future self. 

I lean back in my chair with my feet up on the table and my eyes closed as D continues to read through the journal. I try to concentrate on my connection with Luke. Trying to pain any insight into what might be happening by his emotions. It’s driving me insane, not knowing what is happening, I want a play–by–play of everything, but I know how hard it is to communicate through the mind link when you have an important task to focus on. 

“Shit. I really hope I’m not Tristan,” Deacon says, and I open my eyes to look at him. 

“Why? Is he writing nonsense too?” I ask. 

“No, he betrayed the rest of the group,” he says, his tone serious. 

“How?” I ask, sitting up straight now. 

“From what I have read so far, he was secretly working against the entire bond group the whole time. They had no idea until he disappeared. They spent months searching for him. They thought he had been killed because they could no longer feel his connection to the group or communicate with him. They eventually found him, building an army to dominate both the humans and the Greys. Lucius killed Tristan in a fit of rage and Amara was so distraught that they believed she died of a broken heart.” he says, blowing out a breath. 

“Fuck. So two of us betrayed her. Tristan by turning against her, and Lucius by killing one of her bonds,” I curse and Deacon nods. 

I try to picture which one of us would be most likely to betray the others, but I can’t imagine any of us doing that. I have no idea who Tristan might be, but I’m pretty sure I’m the only one that would do what Lucius did. 

“I hate to get into the whole nature vs nurture debate, but I don’t think we have to worry about that this time around. I think Tristan was a victim of circumstance, and that is why he did what he did,” Deacon comments. 

“Like me you mean? Aren’t I also a victim of circumstance? I didn’t have the happy upbringing you all had. I should be the obvious choice to be Tristan.” 

“Why do I feel like you are trying to convince me you were tristan?” He asks, narrowing his eyes at me. 

“I’m not. I’m trying to prove the point that we put blinders on when it comes to the people we care about. You were just so quick to say none of us would betray the others this time around, because we have had a good life, but not all of us have always had a good life. By your logic, I’m a potential traitor. You should be suspicious of me because you can be sure I’m suspicious of the rest of you now.” 

“So now you distrust the rest of us? There’s no reason for any of us to be a traitor. We are solid and have been for years. Let’s not start questioning each other now when we need to work together to find Harper,” Deacon says, using his no–nonsense headmaster tone. 

“How can I be sure that one of our group isn’t in on her disappearance? The rogues have always been one step ahead of us. Maybe one of our group is the mole feeding them information,” I say, “I’m not accusing anyone. I don’t think any of us would do that, but I’m also not stupid enough to completely rule it out. If this life has taught me anything, it’s that nothing is impossible and that trust is not something that should be given lightly.” 

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