Twelve
The other bodies meant nothing. As Brice stepped from that hellish cavern, all he could think of was Tris.
The tech’s face, with that annoying look of condescension, followed Brice in the darkness, and he found himself aching to hear Tris’ voice again, even if it was throwing those petty insults. He wanted to be back on the Proteus, watching the way Tris glanced at Keelin, and the way the pilot ignored him. That always brought a smile to Brice’s face.
He thought back to that last mission, the one that Cathal had called off as the storm grew. Brice remembered Tris moaning as they left the abandoned Proteus at the top of the galley and headed back into their own craft, and Ryann telling him that they’d be back at Haven soon. Like she was mothering him.
But she wasn’t around now. A
