"How do you expect to survive?" Thunk-step, thunk-step as she limped over to grab his arm. "You've seen her used toys. You've seen what happens...." She broke off, a lump in her throat, salt stinging her eyes.
Luis looked at her with the same sadness. His words did not match his expression. "The results of years under her, Mo," he said, using her childhood nickname. She had to bite back more tears. "I'll survive. I don't expect to be there that long."
She caught the meaning of his words. How did he expect her to stage a rescue, as crippled as she was? They both knew no rescue would be possible without a rebellion, which Molly could not pull off by herself.
"You'll have help," he said, their familiarity letting him answer questions she didn't say. "Selene told me so."
"You've been talki
