Thane was, of course, right - the barracks weren't the nicest place to sleep. But I had to face them. It was that or face Thane, something I didn't intend to do, especially at this time of night.
I sat on the threadbare blankets in my empty room for a few hours, watching rare shafts of moonlight filtering through the windows. I pulled my knees up to my chest and thought of what Thane had said after he'd revealed to me that we did, in fact, know each other.
I love you, he'd told me. And I'd asked him if I'd loved him back, but he had refused to tell me. He wanted me to know it for myself.
But I still wasn't sure I knew. Some days I wanted to pull him close to me and never let go. Other days I saw only the rebel leader Thane Flynn, the one who saw nothing more than tactical maneuvers in e
