He was on Elite business. The knowledge that there’d been eyes on us for six months makes me sick to my stomach. Griff uses the tunnels to smuggle Mods out of the labor camps. Tana works at the inn and provides intel to the network. They’re both in deep with the Uprising. “Your helo leaves in an hour. You should go now.” I glare at him. “What?” he says. “I prefer you when you’re making me come.”
jfc every time she acknowledges that he's one of those in charge of what happens to her kind she still wants him. for ONCE can she use her head?? I can already guess that she's not going to have a proper reaction to the type of man he is until one of her friends in Hamlet are killed on his orders. it's so painfully obvious that's the direction this story is going to go. like come the fuck ONNNNN
