Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“His DNA won’t open it, though,” Biana reminded them. “Plus,
maybe . . .”
“Maybe what?” Fitz pressed.
Biana sighed. “Maybe he’s not cooperating as much as you think he
is. Just because he got his memories back doesn’t mean—”
“You need to stop thinking like that, right now,” Fitz interrupted. “I
mean it—if he was with us on this, he wouldn’t have run off—”
“But—”
“NO!” Fitz snapped. “If you’re still deluding yourself into thinking
he’s on our side, you might as well hang back right here, because
you’re going to turn this into a bigger mess than it already is.”
Sophie couldn’t help wondering if he really meant the words for her
—especially since a tiny part of her had to agree with what Biana was
saying.
But that wasn’t what mattered at the moment.
They could figure out what side Alvar was on once they caught up
with him. For now, they needed to start working together again. So
she closed her eyes for a beat—which wasn’t a smart thing to do when
running, but she could barely see through the darkness anyway. And it
made it easier to whisper to him, “I’m sorry, Fitz.”
For several long seconds the only sounds were gasping breaths and
pounding feet as their whole group seemed to wait for Fitz’s response.
And just when Sophie thought he wasn’t going to acknowledge her, he
said, “I don’t blame you.”
There wasn’t a whole lot of warmth in his voice.
But it was progress.
And it would have to be enough for the moment, because the path
was curving again, and when they rounded the bend they spotted a