CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX LOGAN
“Absolutely not.” Quinn’s tone discourages any argument. “But they might need us.” Willow stands, arms crossed over her chest, staring her brother down across the fire at our final camping spot before reaching Baalboden. I couldn’t care less about their argument. Whether they come with us or move on. I’m too busy running through tomorrow’s plan of action, looking for weaknesses. “You don’t want to go into Baalboden with them because they might need you,” Quinn says. “You want to go because you want to see if they can take out their leader.” “That’s definitely a side benefit.” “Which is why I’m saying no.” She rolls her eyes. “You’re no fun anymore, you know that?” He freezes and something dark flashes through his eyes. That’s the second time I’ve seen hints that what goes on beneath his surface doesn’t always match the calm he wears on the outside. Which won’t matter if he chooses to move on. But if he stays in Baalboden once the Commander has been