10: Ryann
Ryann
The mood in the Proteus’ cabin was sombre, but Ryann couldn’t have expected anything else.
They all sat around the table, and they’d listened as Ryann recounted the meeting with Fay. Brice, seated opposite her, kept his head down and his thoughts to himself. Deva and Piran, both to her right, had wide eyes and open mouths, Deva shaking her head slowly. And Keelin, to Ryann’s left, sat stoically, her face a mask.
At least she’d joined them. At least she’d left the bridge. Spending too much time alone up there wasn’t good for anyone.
“Five thousand?” Piran choked on the words. Colour rose in his cheeks. “Only five thousand?”
“We were lucky to get that,” Ryann said.
“He said we’d get a round hundred! Five thou’s nothing! How could you let him get away with that?”
“Noth
