Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“Uh, we’re supposed to be keeping her calm, remember?” Keefe cut
in.
“Fine,” Ro huffed. “My point is, of course they want you out of
commission. Some of them would probably even prefer to have you
dead, but they’re keeping you alive for the same reason they want you
out of their way. You’re the moonlark! You’re this mysterious,
untested thing. As far as they’re concerned, you’re the single biggest
threat they’re facing—and maybe the biggest advantage if they could
find a way to turn you. I’m sure half their plans revolve around trying
to scare you, stop you, or recruit you—and all your little friends and
allies, too.”
“Which means your job right now, Foster,” Keefe said, tightening
his grip on Sophie’s hand, “is to keep doing exactly what you’ve been
doing. Rest. Recover. Take whatever medicine and time you need to
get strong again. And trust the rest of us to cover anything that comes
up while you’re down.”
“But you’re not Telepaths,” she argued. “That could be what this is
about.”
“If it is, we have Forkle. And Granite. And Alden. And Quinlin.
And technically even Prentice. I know they can’t do as many fancy
tricks as you—and they’re definitely not as good at staring into each
other’s eyes as you and the Fitzster. But I think they can cover for you
guys while you get back on your feet. So just take care of you. You’re
the only one who can really do that.”
She blew out a breath. “It’s really annoying when you’re right.”
“Don’t worry,” Ro told her. “It doesn’t happen very often.”
Keefe smirked. “So . . . you okay? I don’t have to let go yet if you
still need the boost.”