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.
I have a bad feeling about this, if they do in fact try to push their mounts’ limits.
A very bad feeling.
Pretty sure. So she wasn’t positive.
“There’s another possibility,” she ventured.
“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.