Between Bentley and Atlas, we can keep at a distance.”
I shook my head. “Bentley’s tired, and I don’t know how long Atlas is going to be able to keep flying.”
Right, that’s an issue.
“They’ll manage.”
I have a bad feeling about this, if they do in fact try to push their mounts’ limits.
“You sure?”
“Pretty sure.”
A very bad feeling.
Pretty sure. So she wasn’t positive.
“There’s another possibility,” she ventured.
What’cha got?
“Do tell.”
“Cherish might not be saying anything because she wants us to attack the others.”
It’s a tactic she’s employed before, though it backfired on her.
“Or,” I pointed out, “The Nine are giving us that impression because they want us to think that so they can turn the tables.”
…also possible. Fuck.
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