“Yeah. You should go,” Lana agreed. “And then you better figure out which is worse, smart girl: That we give someone up as a living sacrifice to Little Pete. Or the other thing.” Lana was smirking now, angry and challenging. Astrid didn’t want to ask, because she knew the answer. But she couldn’t not ask. “What other thing, Lana?” “The thing where we kill Sam, and Caine, too, if we can find him, to disarm the gaiaphage.” Astrid stood stock-still. Lana laughed her cynical laugh. “Yeah, you’re the genius, but that doesn’t make me an idiot.”
