XXIICiara stared at Finn, looking as if she was going to reply. But instead she took her lamp, wound it furiously, then marched away down the stone tunnel.
“We need to get back,” she called over her shoulder.
Finn raced after her. “Ciara, what is it? I'm sorry.”
She didn't reply. Instead she hurried on ahead of him.
“Ciara, I don't understand,” said Finn. “Look, there's no one else down here. You can tell me.”
“Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you?”
She turned abruptly so that he almost ran into her. The light cast her features into eerie shadows, making them shift and flicker, as if her whole face was warping and writhing.
“What do you mean?” asked Finn.
“Was that the plan, you and the masters? Befriend us all, check us out, try and get us to admit we belong to the wreckers, that we'
