She clicked the record button.
Kael’s gaze didn’t waver. “Or you’ll finally find out who you are when you stop being everyone else’s puppet.”
“Trinity does what I say,” Kael repeated softly. “No. Trinity does what she knows is right.”
He stepped closer. The air grew thick. “I want you to stop pretending.”
Kael pulled a small voice recorder from his hoodie pocket. “I want you to tell the truth. Not for me. For Liam. And for the girl Marcus hurt last semester that everyone ‘forgot’ about.”
Trinity does what I want her to do. Meet me in the old AV room after sixth period. Don’t tell anyone.