“This is about Davin, isn’t it?” I shot. “You’re worried he’ll come back.”
“Leave it alone, Firecracker,” he warned, using the nickname I loathed as an attempt to ward me off.
It didn’t work as he hoped.
“Sawyer, you don’t need to worry about him. If serving the Vesper was so important to Davin, wouldn’t he have attacked already?”
“We don’t know his plan, and that’s what we need to be afraid of. The other Clans don’t know he’s alive. As long as he can keep that secret, the marauders will keep coming for me. I could scream that he’s alive until I’m blue in the face, and it won’t matter because they will never believe me. They’ll remember that the Dauntless crashed and supposedly burned, then laugh in my face before they kill me.” Sawyer must have seen something in my eyes, because he suddenly looked down. When he spoke again, his voice was on the edge of control. “I’m trying to sort out my priorities. Keep my crew alive, find your parents’ ship so we can close the Breach, and watch out for my brother. But you’re at the center of it all, risking your life when you’re the one I need most.”
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