“How much do you miss the sky?” I asked Sawyer. “What would you do to shoot the Hellions down with your own ship? To see the Behemoth as a smoking heap on the ground?”
Rage spiraled through his eyes, turning them dark and menacing. Like all of us, he hated the Hellions. It was clear that his hatred ran deep. The look in his eyes told me he would have killed them all if he could.
I took a deep breath, preparing myself for either the truth, or the worst lie I ever told. “Get me on the Behemoth. Help me save my sister. And I’ll turn your ship into the deadliest machine in all of Aon.”
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