“You expected it.” The dim light grew brighter. “You knew they were going to attack and take your cargo, didn’t you?”
“You’re a revolutionary?” Hallie asked, looking incredulous.
Octavia closed her eyes for a moment. “I was told that the revolutionaries would be attacking when we landed, yes.”
“Told by whom?” I asked.
She twisted a small garnet ring on a finger of her right hand. “Does that really matter? The fact is that we are in no danger from the revolutionaries. You, however, have shown yourself to Mr. Francisco, and although I have no reason to believe he would betray your presence, it would have been wiser had you stayed back as I asked.”
I watched her closely, noted how the pupils in her lovely brown eyes constricted ever so slightly. “Just how well do you know this Etienne? I
