Cane's POV
The warm smell of the cabin felt like a lie now. I shut the door and leaned against it. Stephanie was right there, her arms crossed tight over the soft flannel shirt Mabel had given her.
"Well?" she said. Her voice was low, but it buzzed with anger. "You saw him. So?"
I looked at her. I didn't have it in me to sugarcoat it. "He picked up on the first ring. Knew it was me before I spoke. No surprise. Just… a demand for location." I pushed off the door and ran a hand through my hair. It was still gritty with salt. "It might be true. He might have sold us out. But I've got one last play to check."
Her eyes went wide, then furious. "One last play? Here? Cane, you brought that man here! You brought that… that danger right to the doorstep of the only people who have shown us kindness in months! They gave us clothes! They fed us! And you've painted a target on their back!"
