“Clean up your mess, Piper. We can’t afford any leaks.” Clean it up? I knew what that meant, although my mind buzzed in a thousand different directions, trying to make it mean something, anything, else. Bronger nodded toward his left side, where he’d apparently wrenched Marcus’s bow off his back and tossed it to the floor. “Use his own bow.” My hands froze. “Piper,” was all Bronger had to say. I risked one last look at Marcus, willing into existence some look of understanding, some look of forgiveness, but all I got was a shard of flint. My legs trembled, barely holding my weight, as I kneeled
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