And I wondered what Warden would think of me now, after everything we had done. He had risked everything to help me escape. He might have died so I could stand here, right back where I started. I had crawled back to my petty treasons with my tail between my legs – hawked stolen trinkets, submitted to Jaxon, and cursed Hector where he couldn’t hear me. Yellow-jacket, I thought to myself.
