“Thirty million people,” I whisper. “Incredible.” I can feel her eyes on me. “You don’t agree with Sevro’s plan, do you?” My thumb picks at a wad of pink gum stuck to the rusted bulkhead. Kidnapping Quicksilver will get us intel and access to vast weapons factories, but Sevro’s play against the economy is more concerning. “Sevro kept the Sons alive. I didn’t. So I’ll follow his lead.” “Mhm.” She eyes me skeptically. “I wonder when you started believing grit and vision were the same thing.”
