I have just enough time to change into my nightgown and swipe a damp towel over my face before Richard returns, expression drawn tight. It should be unreadable, but I know him well enough to see the anger hiding in the corners of his mouth. It’s easy to guess what put it there.
“I didn’t tell him,” I say before he can accuse me. “He’s seen berserkers up close before; he knows the symptoms better than any of us.”
His mouth tightens even more but he nods. “And Frederick and Liana know as well?”
I shrug. “Frederick mentioned it. Liana hasn’t said anything to me, but she seemed to understand what Seven was alluding to and she didn’t look surprised by it.”
“Everyone knows, then.” He laughs, but there’s no joy to the sound. The walls and floor of the cabin suddenly thrum to life, beating lik
