Flashback ( PDFDrive )

interrogated. Her wrists still stung sometimes, remembering the
searing pain from her burns.
“Alvar was there for that,” Fitz said, making her jump. “And no, I
didn’t sneak past your mental blocking. I know you well enough to
know what you’re thinking right now—or . . . I thought I did.”
Sophie fidgeted with the star she still hadn’t thrown. “You do know
me, Fitz.”
“Then how can you be okay with this?” His voice cracked, and he
cleared his throat and turned to Sandor. “And how can you be okay
with Alvar having another chance to come after Sophie?”
“My calm doesn’t mean I agree with the Council’s decision,” Sandor
corrected. “It means I have confidence in my ability to protect my
charge.”
“Really? Because you couldn’t stop him before,” Fitz argued. “None
of us could.”
“Maybe not,” Sophie jumped in. “But now we know what we’re
dealing with.”
“Do we? You heard Fallon today. He asked all kinds of stuff that
none of us had thought of.”
“So you think he’s right about Everglen?” Sophie asked. “You think
there’s something important hidden at the property?”
“I have no idea,” Fitz admitted. “It’s hard to know what to think of
anything Fallon says.”
“Yeah, he’s . . . strange.”
Fitz snorted. “That’s putting it nicely.”
He reached up and wiped a stream of sweat trickling down the side
of his face with the sleeve of his undershirt. “But he was right that