Guilt tugged at Olive's insides. Was Kentamin really going to peacefully escort her out of here under the belief that she was spent, tired, and only looking for peace? An idea she had sold him. It wouldn't bother her except that... if he was being honest... Olive had some sense of what a difficult offer it was for him to make.
And what was she going to do with it now?
Or, more specifically, what was she going to do with him? She couldn't, she knew, just sneak away and then sneak back in. ...Could she? What if he saw her again? She wouldn't pull this off twice. Or what if he wasn't sincere? He could just want to lead her away to turn her into the guards without making a scene. Olive wished, then, that she had convinced Silas and Roderick to bring Kentamin with them. So she could show him, explain to someone on this side of the war, explain why they had to act like this. Why she did. Because the crimes being committed, systematically, in this war far outweighed hurt feelings and small (it was small, right?) betrayals in trust.
But Olive knew it was still a betrayal.
"Okay," Olive agreed in a murmur. "I guess there's no reason for me to stay. I can't believe Avery..." her throat tightened, and she didn't finish the sentence. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if using her grief like this was less of a betrayal of Kentamin, and more of a betrayal of herself. Or, worse yet, her loved ones. "You won't just hand me over to a guard as soon as we're away from the ball, will you?"