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"No."

Liana dropped the knife. "Taylor, I'm your best shot at cracking him."

"Jerik would see you as even more of a threat. He'll... I don't know what he'll do. He already doesn't like you. It's like having a walking bomb mingle around our camp, and one day, you could just-"

"Blow up? Why doesn't he think I'm loyal?"

"No one knows much about you, Liana," his eyes drifted to the knife on the floor. "And your powers are incredibly dangerous."

"Will the Truthful be able to break him? We need to know what SEAM are planning. What their ties with the mainland is."

He crossed his arms. "Yessica's our head Truthful. I think she can do it."

"If it doesn't work, I'm going to ask Jerik if I can try. This is really important," she added as Taylor furrowed his brows.

"What are we going to do in the meantime? How can we prepare?" he took a deep breath. "What we're facing... is nothing like the other flushes."

"We have seven guns, right? What if we try to replicate them?"

Taylor shuddered. "That vision that I had, where everyone died. What if- what if it's reality?"

She reached out to put her hand on his shoulder, but drew it back with a second thought, trying to disguise the motion by rumpling her hair. "It won't be. If our scientists can replicate the gun- if I can find the information I need from Blackthorne-" Liana trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence.

"Don't do anything stupid," he said suddenly.

"Excuse me? I live for stupid."

He chuckled in a way that made her blush. "I'm serious. As much as Jerik doesn't want to admit it, we need you. So promise me you won't do anything stupid."

She raised her brows, trying to ignore her fluttering heartbeat. "Fine. I promise."

A/N: Where did all ya'll come from? I still remember when this book had 12 reads....

Thank you for 300!

Nos vemos pronto! 

~ Falcon


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