Defiance c j redwine

beyond the turret. Before I can do more than cast my eyes toward the door, Commander Chase wheels toward me, his expression reminding me of a predator about to pounce on his prey.

“Did he, now?”

I nod and force myself to swallow past the icy lump forming at the back of my throat. I have to convince him Dad is still alive, and I’m qualified to find him. M y plan to sneak over the Wall might be dashed to pieces, but there was nothing to say I couldn’t head into the Wasteland on a Commander-sanctioned mission.

Even Logan wouldn’t be able to argue against that.

Well, he’d argue. But he wouldn’t be able to stop me.

“And how did he make sure you, a girl, knew how to survive the Wasteland?”

“He took me with him on some of his courier missions.”

Something vicious flashes across his face, and he smiles, a horrible parody of mirth. I take a step back and bump against the table behind me.

M ore guards enter the room, pushing another man in front of them. I barely spare them a glance, but freeze when I see who it is they’ve caught.

Logan.

M y heart clenches, a sudden pain that makes it hard to hold Logan’s gaze as he stands to the left of the Commander, his hair plastered to his head, and his blue eyes locked on mine. I’m responsible for this. He’s only here because he’s trying to be a good Protector. No matter how angry I am at him for refusing to