“That’s the one,” Devon nodded. “The fighting only stopped because Godwin was cornered, and John was severely injured. The truce was agreed in the aftermath only because Ryder wanted to get the hell out of there to treat his father’s wounds, but—”
“He died…” I whispered.
“John died,” Devon nodded. “Godwin’s son died in the fight too. Ryder was voted in as president, and the shaky truce between the Angels and the Knights remained.”
Devon paused for a second, and he looked a little uncertain. “What?” I asked. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Devon sighed. “Well, part of the conditions to the truce was that we stay out of each other’s business,” he explained. “Meaning the Fallen Angels don’t go after any of the Knights and vice versa.”
“So are you saying that if Walter is connected to the Knights… I might have restarted this feud?”
Devon dropped his eyes from my face and suddenly became very interested in his shoes.
“Devon?” I asked.
“This was inevitable,” Devon told me. “Each side was looking for a reason to break the truce.”
“And I’ve just given everyone the reason they were looking for,” I breathed.
Devon sighed. “Time will tell.”