Chapter 32

• “No, I must’ve been mistaken…”
• The reporter’s voice trailed off like he’d just realized he’d stepped into the wrong room and possibly the wrong war. Before I even opened my mouth, he’d already abandoned the question, eyes flicking down, lips pressed into silence. He remembered, no doubt, that I wasn’t one of them. That I didn’t belong to Golden Age, and someone like Arthur wouldn’t be caught dead dressing someone from the outside.
• But he didn’t know the truth.