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Eighteen
Eighteen Ryann turned her back on the rest of the crew and returned to Cathal. She didn’t know if that would come across as weak or strong, and to be honest she didn’t care. Because she’d come too close to losing it with Tris and Brice. Violence solved nothing. The only time Ryann inflicted harm was in training sessions, when it was expected. But when they started fighting, she’d felt her fingers roll over into a fist, and had wanted nothing more than to punch some sense into both of them. If Keelin hadn’t stepped in and pulled Brice back, Ryann knew she would have given in to that urge. They were selfish. Or maybe self-absorbed. Tris was terrified, and was hiding behind his bravado. And Brice was struggling without his lattice. True, he was trying hard, but his surges of aggression in
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