Thirty-Nine
Cathal focused on Nyle, and he assessed.
Some things were obvious—Haven’s survivors were going to make their escape from the Hub via the Deck. They would be armed with torches but nothing else, because the company didn’t allow weapons.
Other things Cathal didn’t know, like how many people had made it. It was strange to find the Deck so quiet—and equally strange that Keelin was on board the Hermes.
And there was the trace he thought of as Green, although he knew the lad’s name was Brice. His trace wasn’t as strong as Keelin’s, but it had an intensity that excited him. He’d stepped outside the Hermes without using the burning light, and Cathal had felt…he wasn’t sure what. Maybe an attraction, or an extreme familiarity. Brice’s trace didn’t feel like Keelin’s, or like T
