Sawyer folded his arms over his chest. “Sounds like a risky plan. Especially if the Junkers tell Garnet that you were there. They work for him, don’t they?”
“Yes,” I admitted. It seemed that news traveled fast above the ground as well as under it. “Are you saying you won’t do it?”
Sawyer grinned. “Wouldn’t be a marauder if I didn’t take risks. We’ll leave first thing in the morning. Right now we should eat and rest. You’re going to need your full strength if you’re going to run with us, Firecracker.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Don’t call me Firecracker. My name is Claire.”
“Claire,” he said, testing out my name. He spoke it almost gently, as if he liked the way it sounded on his tongue. I kind of wanted him to say it again.
He nodded once, then said, “Let’s get you settled, Firecracker.”
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