Twenty-seven
“We’re going to get out of this, aren’t we?” Keelin looked up with pleading eyes, and Ryann knew what she wanted to hear. But she wasn’t going to lie.
“I hope so,” she said. “If…when Tris and Brice get the relay in place, we’ll be able to contact Haven. Even if we have to sit it out here for a couple more hours, we should be fine.”
“You think they’ll be okay?”
“They’re big boys. They can cope with the forest.”
“But can they cope with each other?”
That was a perceptive question, and Ryann gave no answer.
“I could have gone with Tris,” Keelin said. “Then you could have kept an eye on Brice. Made sure he was okay, what with being dark.”
“Possibly, but as I said, Brice is…trained for more physical stuff. You know that. And if they have something to do, they won’t be…
