Annika reached out. “Will they punish you?”
“Not likely. I’d applied, and I only broke faith because we were attacked. There are a couple council members who lean pretty hard conservative, but it’s going to balance out. At worst, they’ll postpone sentencing, and if we find the stars, it’s going to be pretty hard for them to lock up the one who helped find them. Either way, I’ll deal with it.”
“You asked for permission to tell us,” Sasha repeated.
“It’s a process, believe me. We wouldn’t have survived as a species if we didn’t hold what is secret and sacred. So sharing what we are needs the process, and more requests are denied than granted. But we’re different, and what we’re doing is a heavy weight. I’d have had permission before my next cycle. I’d have made sure of it, but there wasn’t enough time before this one.”
“An oath is a holy thing. I’ll accept that.”
“You’re still pissed.”
“I’ll get over it. We needed you last night. You came, fought.”
“And we kicked some ass,” Sawyer put in.
“Too easy.” Doyle let the words drop, continued eating.
“Easy?” Sawyer scowled down the table. “You call that easy?”
“Only one of us—and the dog—with serious injuries, and we beat them back in about twenty minutes.” He glanced down at Bran. “You know it, too.”
“A test, to see what we have, what we’d do. She’ll come harder next time. I’m thinking on it.”
“You’re thinking on it,” Sasha muttered, and shoved up from the table. “Teamwork. We make placating noises about being a team, but we’re not. We fought last night, but not really as a unit. You gave me a knife that had some sort of protection, but didn’t really explain it.”
“I couldn’t be sure it would hold,” Bran began.
“You didn’t tell me,” she repeated. “You didn’t tell us what you were doing with the light. You didn’t tell us you had power until you had to. Just as Riley didn’t tell us what she has. Good reasons for it, of course. Always good reasons. I’m sure the rest of you have good reasons for the secrets you’re holding. So keep them, that’s your choice. But I know we don’t have a chance in hell of winning this until we are a unit.
“So make up your minds, because the next time, those secrets may be the reason she burns right through us.”
She strode away, up the terrace steps, and shut the doors to her room with a decisive click to give herself what she’d always sought.
Quiet and solitude.
She slept. She’d fought a war, treated the wounded, cleaned up blood, and topped off the morning snarling at her “team.”
So she slept, and woke feeling more rested—and just as annoyed.
If there were plans to go out diving later, she thought, they’d just have to do without her. She intended to take a walk on the beach, do some sketching, and some hard thinking.
She put what she wanted in a tote, stepped outside. Br
an stepped out on the terrace seconds after.
“I’m going for a walk,” she told him.
“I need to do the same, to gather more supplies. Would you go with me, help me with that?” He stepped toward her. “And if you could give me some time after, I’d show you how to prepare some of the ingredients. It would be a help to me.”
“Why? You’ve done fine on your own.”
“I have, and can. I’d do better with your help. You were right, everything you said. I can’t speak for the others, but I can promise you, no more secrets between us. It wasn’t trust so much, Sasha, as habit. Now I’m asking for your help, and doing what I can to get used to the asking.”
“Then it would be bitchy to refuse. I feel like I used up my daily quota of bitchy.”
“You used it well. I need a pouch and a couple of tools.”
He came back with a pouch slung over his shoulder, and the knife he’d given her before, this time in a rough leather sheath.