THE YOUNG MAN’S FACE was intense, angry even. He glared into the camera, and Cariad saw despair mixed with fury in his eyes.
His jaw rigid, he said, “If I’d had my way—”
“Steen... ” A woman walked into the camera’s view and went to the young man’s side. She didn’t look much older than him and was similarly dressed in worn-out clothes. She grasped Steen’s arm softly, trying to calm him.
“No,” he said, wrenching his arm from her grip. “Leave me alone. I’m doing the message. That was the agreement. This was the only reason I helped you. If you weren’t going to let me go on the ship, I get to tell the bastards what I gave up for them. What we all gave up.”
“I’m not saying you can’t do it... ” She looked toward the camera. “Is that still recording? Turn it off.”
“No, don’t,” Steen said. “I
