“No,” Emily said fiercely. “No, we absolutely do not hate you. We’re just so happy that you’re here. How are you here? We used to talk all the time about leaving the mountain, but we knew we’d never make it to the base alive.”
“Why didn’t you tell London what happened to you?”
“We didn’t trust him, Rhyson. We didn’t trust anyone for years, and then it wasn’t so bad living here,” Gemma said with a soft smile. Reaching out, she took my hand and squeezed. “I don’t blame you. I thought of you every day and wished I could take that fight back. I hated knowing those were the last words we might ever speak to each other. I was such a child then.”
Grateful, I squeezed her hand back. I told them that I’d found them because of Marrow, and then I had to tell them of Marrow’s death. The pain washed
