Cane's POV
The guy's eyes were wide above the gag. He tried to scoot back through the sand, but there was nowhere to go. We were deep in the trees, the sound of the waves just a distant hush.
Stephanie stood over him. Her breathing was back under control. She looked calm. That scared me more than if she was screaming. It was her Sparrow face. The one that could shut off all the noise and just… do what needed doing.
"Talk," she said. Her voice was flat. "Who sent you?"
The man just glared. He shook his head, a quick, defiant jerk.
I knelt down in front of him. "You saw what we did to your friends. You want to walk away from this beach? Start talking."
He spat near my foot. A weak, useless act of bravery.
Stephanie sighed, like he was a student who gave a dumb answer. She picked up a thick stick from the ground. She tested its weight in her hand. Then, without any warning, she brought it down hard on his shin.
