“Lex, stop,” said Cage, exhaustion seeping into his voice. “We’ve been through this over and over. I’m not going to apologize for hiding what happened on Sanctuary. As for later, well . . . maybe we should have told you. It’s too late to do anything about it now.”

“He’s right.” To my surprise, it was Reed who spoke up. He met my eyes and gave me a quick wink. “Kenzie’s proved herself more than once. So has Cage. They’re allowed to make a stupid decision.” He sighed when Mia shifted her glare in his direction. “Come on. Does anyone actually think Kenzie shot Matt on purpose?”

Even Mia glanced down at that. An uncomfortable silence settled over us. I could almost see their minds racing, and I clenched my fists at the sense of judgment, at being on trial. This was what Cage had wanted to avoid. But ironically enough, it seemed like they were willing to forgive me for shooting Matt. Only Rune and Mia still seemed angry enough to shove me out of an airlock. Mia, I could take. Rune, though . . .

If I’d followed my instincts and told them the truth as soon as we had escaped Sanctuary, maybe we wouldn’t be in this situation? There was no way to tell. I had made a choice. Who knew how people would have reacted in the moment: knowing me less, trusting me less? Cage and I couldn’t change what we’d done. All we could do was try to make amends and keep moving forward.

Mia examined me a moment, then sighed. “We don’t have much choice but to keep going together if we’re going to survive. We can argue about this later.”

I heaved a sigh of relief. Mia might not have forgiven me, but if she said she was putting things aside for now, then she was.

The others nodded as if that settled things, and Rune swallowed hard. She’d been cringing against the wall with her arms wrapped around herself, but now, with a visible effort, she stood and clenched her hands into fists. “If we want better weapons, we’ll have to get them from security,” she announced, her voice steady and strong and much more like herself. “That’s on the main level, where we met Grigori Danshov the first time.”

“Can we get there?” Alexei demanded.

“They’re under lockdown.” She flashed a tight smile. “Fortunately, that doesn’t mean much when you have me.”

“Yeah,” Jasper agreed. “And apparently not when you have Kenzie, either.”

I blinked. I’d been trying not to think about my powers. But maybe I should start. If we were going to survive this, we needed as many advantages as possible.

“I want to help,” I said at last. I glanced to the others for support. To my horror, a veil of tears misted over my eyes. I blinked them away, but not before people saw them. Surprisingly, though, expressions of anger and frustration melted into sympathy at the sight. Slightly encouraged, I pressed on. “I just don’t know how. I don’t know how to control these new abilities, or how to . . . how to . . .”