So that's it? You're just going to stand there and pretend none of this is your fault?" My voice sliced through the tension in the room like a blade.
Mara slammed her hands on the table, the echo reverberating off the bunker walls. "Don't you dare put this on me, Luciana. I've been pulling my weight while you've been busy chasing ghosts.
Chasing ghosts?" I laughed, the sound devoid of humour. "Finlay's lying in a med bay because someone on this team-someone in this room-sold us out. So forgive me if I'm not feeling particularly charitable right now."
Mara's eyes narrowed to slits. "If you have something to say, say it. Otherwise, shut up and let me think.
Think?" The word had come out like a curse word. "What a novel idea. Maybe you should have tried that before everything went to hell
