Twenty-one
“But we’re safe, right?” Tris said. “They can’t get in. Tell me we’re safe.”
“We’re as safe as we can be,” Ryann said, keeping her voice steady. She’d informed them of the creatures, telling herself she wasn’t going to sugar-coat any of this. They deserved the truth.
“Not even a warth could break through that door,” Keelin said, almost to herself.
“One of those things took down a warth.”
“A warth isn’t a thick layer of metal. Or a solid reinforced concrete wall.” Keelin turned to Tris now, “Even a lash can knock a warth down if you get the right angle.”
“So nothing’s invulnerable.”
“Ryann said we’re as safe as we can be.” Keelin’s voice was soft and steady, but Ryann detected a slight hesitation. “These buildings were built to survive.”
“But…but you’ve seen what those
