A million of different voices screamed in her interior, all of them laying out the different options she had in fron of her. She had admitted she knew the white devil, but she was still in time to save his ass -- had she wanted to do so. Or she could just throw him to the cauldron and watch him burn, leave him to the Viking's mercy as he had done with her and the black usurper.
She swallowed with difficulty, not being able to shake away the buried feelings she had once felt for the criminal. Though she knew it was just lust, she could not bring herself to give his name away to the man -- not yet anyways. He spoke after a few minutes rolled by, his words caused her to lift her head and glance at him dubiously.
If she brought Keith's identity into the light she would earn the man's gratitude and probably the satisfaction of having him suffer for ever stepping away; but if she didn't she'd more than likely earn the Viking's animosity. "I do have to inform you he no longer stands among our own -- he left without any words" she barked, suddenly remembering the time Kaname had revealed the two had fought recently.
"He wasn't a role-model here either" she admitted, hinting that the Viking's packmate had not been the only one that had gotten a bad impression of the guy.
A name.
That was the very thing Cara couldn't give away -- but at the same time it was the only thing she knew. Not even Kaname had known where he'd gone (or so he had said). Even if she tried to explain that to her, she was sure she'd give off the impression that she was covering for him..
"He calls himself the Prince of the North," she barked at last, her every word laced with an indifferent coldness. She was not lying but she wasn't telling the truth either..
