Chapter 26. Update
I looked down at my wrist and then slapped my hand over the number, shifting my weight. "Thanks," I said. "But I'm not sure how much longer it'll be there."
He looked back at me, his brows furrowed, but he said nothing. After a moment he shoved away from the rail to stand before me. "You want something from me," he said flatly. "What would that be?"
I stood there, the question starting and stopping at least a dozen times in the space of a heartbeat. I was taking a dangerous risk, now that I thought about it. If I took a moment to believe in Scipio, then it would mean that somehow Grey had earned his forgiveness. And if I accused Grey, a nine, of cheating the system, my rank might tap-dance its merry way back down to four, and then three all over again. And
