“You’re doing what?”
Royce sighed, pushing aside the concern that she noticed in Apollo’s eyes. “You heard what I said, Sigma.” she headed for the front door when Apollo stopped her.
“Why are you doing this? Putting yourself in danger for someone that you don’t even know?! You don’t owe them anything!”
“You’re right,” she said. “I don’t owe them anything! But if I had never drawn Maquand’s attention, Abigail would still be alive! She would still-”
“You don’t even know whether she’s alive or not, Royce. You’re jumping to conclusions.”
“Maybe,” Royce replied. “But I don’t feel like I am. And even if I am, if Maquand finds that I am here, he will immediately think the worst, and I could cause a war between the Marsh and Half Moon.”
“So? That’s not your problem either.”
Royce chuckled
