Flashback ( PDFDrive )

start closing the gap, right?”
“You want to do eight hours of training every day?”
“That’d be the ideal—two hours for each part of the program.
But . . . the real goal would just be to train every day, for every minute
we possibly can. I’m sure progress will be slow. But I still think it’s the
smartest plan, since it’s the last thing the Neverseen will expect. You
know what they’re thinking right now? They’re waiting for us to do
what we always do—spend every waking minute trying to figure out
what they’re up to. They think we’ll search Wylie’s memories until we
learn everything we can about Prentice and Cyrah, and then hunt
down the missing starstone—and I bet you anything they’re planning
to ambush us the second we get close and take it for themselves. They
want us either wasting our time or doing their dirty work—or both.
And . . . I’m done with that. I’m done scrambling to get ahead and then
ending up even more behind. I’m done trying to beat them at their
own game. I’m done . . . focusing on them. I want to focus on us—on
getting strong. Learning to fight . . . Doing whatever it takes to be
ready . . . for the next time they show up.”
“Okay, your eyes are closed and you’re trailing off again, so I have
to make sure this isn’t delirium talking: Are you actually saying you
don’t want to keep trying to figure out what my mom and Vespera are
planning?
Sophie gave her cheek another smack—much harder this time—
and tried leaning her head forward to fight the pull of the medicine.
“I’m saying I don’t want to waste any more time. It’s not like we have
any solid leads. The caches are fake. Odds are we won’t find anything
at Everglen. And like you said: Talking to Fintan’s probably a waste.
Wylie and Prentice are already working on memory exercises together,