What do you think?
Rate this book
484 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 2, 2015
"Why did he persist in believing himself Silent? He cared. Aden had always cared. It was the biggest open secret in the squad. It was why they all fought so furiously for him and with him. Because Aden came back for his people. He’d come back for her."
“All my life,” he said, taking the first step, “I’ve done what was best for the squad. I’ve never resented it, never wished I’d been born in another time or place.” This was his time and he was right where he was meant to be. “But now, I have a moment when I can simply be Aden and there is no one I’d rather be with in this moment than you.”
“If you’re mad, then I will walk with you into the darkness,” Aden said, his grip tightening on the side of her face. “Don’t you choose to leave me, Zaira. Don’t you do that.”
Killing him would destroy the Arrows and strike a blow to the Ruling Coalition at the same time. As a bonus, it would rip away the shield of fear and mystique that protected the most vulnerable members of the squad. After all, shooting Aden in full view of so many witnesses would prove his lack of strength. Not only that, but if some of the witnesses were also murdered, it would indict the squad as being ineffective protectors against the monsters.
“Is there something you need, Carolina?”
Her smile was glorious. “You know my name!”
“Zaira told me.”
“I like Zaira. She’s not mean.” Smile fading, Carolina continued to stare at him.
He hunkered down in front of her so she didn’t have to crane her neck. “What is it?” he asked, certain she wanted something.
She shuffled closer and beckoned him with one hand. When he placed his ear next to her mouth, she whispered, “Can I have a hug, too?”
“Anthony?”
“He’s connected to Nikita.” While Kaleb could work with Nikita, he’d never trust her. “I can’t predict how that connection will alter his viewpoints.”
“I don’t know.” Sahara leaned with her elbows on the counter. “I have a feeling if change is to happen, it’ll occur in the other direction—Anthony Kyriakus does not budge from where he stands.”
“Neither,” Kaleb pointed out, “does Nikita Duncan.”
“Immovable force meets irresistible object?” Her eyes sparkled. “I wish I could be a fly on that wall.”
….it was Nikita who’d made sure Sascha survived to adulthood in a world hostile to empaths. Nikita wasn’t “good,” would probably never be good, but she’d been as much of a mother to Sascha as she could be, given her own experiences and the state of the world while Sascha was growing up.