Tragos nodded solemnly as Ares spoke, and clenched his jaw against the threat in Ares' tone, though this only served to make the pain in his face pound harder. He'd hunt out any other traitors, he'd turn them in, didn't matter who it was. Even Ander. One word doubting Ares and he'd expose them in a heartbeat. Anything to prove himself.
He'd been ready to swear it out loud when Ares spoke again, and forced him to remember. Hecate. "The woman who took one of the pups. From the bachelor party?" He saw the confirmation in Ares' eyes, and felt the rest of his body grow cold (his face still burning like a bonfire). Hecate, not Kitty, was the name of the woman he'd shot.
He'd seen the look on Ares' face when Barak bragged about killing her, he knew it meant nothing that night had been Ares' idea.
"I was there," he told Ares, gripping his own voice tight, stripping any emotion out of it before he let it leave his mouth. "It was a drive by. He said the orders came from you." The emotion peeled off, went rotten in his stomach. "I pulled the trigger, sir."