“There were people in danger. My people. I thought a forty-five percent chance of survival was worth the risk.”
Honestly, it didn’t seem like she considered the risk much at all.
He tapped his finger against the forehead of his helmet. I could almost make out the noise through the thin emanation of his power. “Could you ask your employee to give us some privacy?”
Grue really doesn’t like what he’s hearing, it seems. Makes sense – Taylor’s heroic side is showing again.
“I can go for a walk,” Sierra said.
“Thank you,” I told her, “I’ll signal you with my power when we’re done.”
The range of Taylor’s power is quite practical.
My heart was speeding up just a bit as we waited for her to leave. I distracted myself by limping over to the propane stove that was positioned on the countertop and checking the rice. There were containers and boxes of food arranged on the counter that Sierra had apparently checked and deemed edible. Nothing especially good for breakfast.
Of course, because we can’t have the morning improved by good breakfast.
As the door closed behind Sierra, I hugged my arms against my body and said, “Please don’t tell me you asked her to leave because you have bad news about Lisa or my dad.”
…ahh. No wonder her heart was speeding up.
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