Flashback ( PDFDrive )

there was still no sign of you or Dex, and blood was everywhere, and
Bullhorn was screaming, and for a second I thought . . .”
He twisted the loose thread around his finger, pulling tighter,
tighter, tighter.
“I’m okay,” Sophie reminded him.
“For now. Umber’s smart. She wouldn’t have wrecked your pendant
unless they had other ways of tracking you. Probably something else
that’s going to turn out to be my fault.”
“Please stop saying that. But you might have a point about other
trackers.” The last word was swallowed by another yawn, and she had
to blink to fight the fresh wave of drowsiness. “Maybe Grady should
test all of my stuff with reveldust. And if that doesn’t work, maybe we
can convince the Council to let us—”
“Please don’t say ‘talk to Fintan,’ ” Keefe interrupted. “Sorry—I
know you think he’s the answer to everything. But . . . come on, Foster
—have we ever gotten anything useful from him? In fact, have we ever
gotten anything useful from anyone in the Neverseen? I mean . . . I
lived with them for months, and I can’t even tell you Umber’s real
name or what Ruy looks like!”
“You can’t?” Sophie asked. “Ruy . . .”
She closed her eyes, searching for the words to describe him.
But . . .
“I don’t know what he looks like either.” Which didn’t make any
sense. She’d helped capture him. There was no way she wouldn’t have
pulled back his hood and seen his face—and she had a photographic
memory, so . . .
“He wears an addler,” Keefe explained. “Like Alvar wore the day
you saw the Boy Who Disappeared. Though his doesn’t look like an