Apple Tarts (гет)

“Are you leaving Squirrel?” She asked, though the question was moot, she wanted him to admit it. Betrayal was burning strong in her chest.
“He’s safe enough.”
“That wasn’t the question, Monk.”
He turned his head to fiddle with Goliath’s saddle. “Considering I do not have your trust, what does it matter whether I leave or not?”