“You want to do what?” John"s attention was fixed on Charlie. He sat forward, shoulders tense, jaw clenched. A tiger ready to strike at its prey.
Charlie refused to waver under his brother"s piercing stare. He believed in what he was saying; he just had to convince John. “I"m going to head down to S"aven and open the border.”
A crease dented John"s forehead. His eyes narrowed, searching for something in Charlie. “What?” he repeated. He shook his head and turned to the others around the camp to share in his disbelief.
Charlie stood his ground. He had a great power, a power that had so far been squandered on petty crime and a fool"s revenge. But he could do more. He could open the border between London and S"aven and change everything. He could show everyone what Reachers were capable of.
