"You're the boss," I said with a lazy, dismissive wave of my hand.
Juan let out a world-weary sigh that seemed to drain the very air from the cave. "What a drag. Just tell me where to stand so I can get this over with and take a nap."
Skylar's sharp purple eyes flicked deliberately from Raphael's inflated, self-important posture to my carefully cultivated relaxed stance, and something knowing glinted in her gaze.
Jacob clutched his datapad to his chest like a shield, his knuckles white. His eyes darted from Raphael's bulk to the foreboding darkness of the tunnel ahead.
Soomin said nothing at all, but I noticed from my peripheral vision that her hands, which had been trembling almost constantly since we'd first gathered, had suddenly stopped.
