I swallow the fresh waves of sickness that come over me, placing a hand on my stomach.
“Did you take part?” I ask, though I’m not sure I want to know the answer.
“No,” he says, and I let out a breath of relief. “Though it was tempting.”
“You didn’t tell me—”
“It’s the same thing they did to you, Theo,” he says.
But not S?ren, I think, even though I know that’s a poor defense. I understand how this happened, how so many people on this ship would want to come here and take their fury and grief out on the only person they can reach who is responsible. I understand the desire to take something back from the Kalovaxians, I do, but it isn’t right.
“Thor…Theodosia?” S?ren’s voice is hoarse and cracked, barely stronger than a whisper. He tries to lift his head but winces in pain and lets it
