Kaden’s mouth fell open as he turned back to her, hurt and bristling against it. “You’re a real bitch, you know that?” Kaden told her, looking her over, reaching for something to say to her to make her feel bad, finding it easily in one of the thoughts that had been making him feel terrible lately. “But I guess that makes sense for someone who worships a goddess who lies to people and convinces them that their memory’s the problem.” He stood up, shoving the tray away from him. He was such a hypocrite; he’d taken the change from that fifty, he’d taken advantage of that café woman just as much as Peitho had. And had he gone back to find her and return it? No he had not. He’d kept it, and hoarded it, and was going to use it on himself, and it wasn’t his.