Flashback ( PDFDrive )

She must, if she chose to live where the trees blocked most of the
light. The waterfall’s mist also made everything damp and shivery—
not that Sophie minded. After so many days indoors, it was amazing to
feel wind on her skin and to breathe in the scent of pine and wet earth.
“I’m guessing there’s a reason she’s not a fan of fire,” Sophie said,
flicking her braid off her shoulder.
“There always is.” But whatever the story was, Mr. Forkle didn’t
share.
Dex wandered to one of the trees, placing his palm against the
copper pipe coiling around and around. “The way she connected all of
this is amazing.”
“I thought you might be impressed,” Mr. Forkle said, leaning back
to better admire the view. “Widgetmoor feels like stepping into
Tinker’s brain. It may seem like chaos at first, but everything has a
purpose. Nothing is purely aesthetic. And the eccentricity of it only
makes it more brilliant.”
“Tinker’s her code name?” Sophie clarified.
“It started out that way. But it fits her so well that she decided she
prefers it. I don’t believe she’s used her real name in years. Same goes
for her disguise, which I’ve yet to see her without.”
Dex frowned. “Does that mean she was already wearing a disguise
before she joined the Black Swan?”
“No, it means I wasn’t the one to recruit her. Wraith discovered her,
but she was reluctant to join our cause without knowing more about
us. So she asked him to keep her identity secret and set up a meeting
with the rest of the Collective—and she showed up to that meeting in
the same disguise she’ll be wearing today.”
“She still doesn’t trust you?” Sophie asked.