Chapter 8
Sophie POV
"Show me what?!" Sophie demanded. She was tired of the Neverseens games.
"The names of the people who have chosen the right side in the last 10 years. Why don't we look at a particular section, the V's perhaps." Fintan mused.
"Whatever you trying to do, it won't work," Sophie said stepping over to Fintan, he held an imparther sized screen that had hundreds of little names listed. Wow. Why would Fintan want her to see this?
"Ah! Here we go." Fintan taped something and the screen zoomed in on a list all with the last name initial of v. Fintan looked at her expectantly, like a waiting child. As Sophie scanned the names she fell short at one. No, it couldn't be, when? How? Why? As Sophie took a second look at Fitzroy Avery Vacker's name, her heart hardened. Then shattered.
"When," Sophie growled.
"A couple of days before Fitz found you. Alvar helped him of course. But it wasn't until he completed the first mission that he was accepted in," Fintan said distastefully, "We had a different leader then." Sophie's face fell into a permanent frown.
"What did he do?" Sophie asked.
"Your human parents had a child before you. Sarah was her name. His first mission was to bring her here to be questioned." And then killed, Sophie mentally finished for him. Sophie straightened her shoulders and held her head high as she looked at the crowd.
Fintan clapped his hands, " As I said, Sophie Foster, The Moonlark, is with the Neverseen." Cheers erupted but Sophie didn't hear anything.
How could the boy she kissed, kill her older sister? She had held his hand, she had liked him, she had been with him. Not anymore. She would never touch that filthy piece of, and then Sophie muttered a string of curses that could have curdled milk.
"What is my first mission?" Sophie said, monotone taking over her voice.
Fintan turned from the crowd, looking into Sophie's eyes, "I know what you want to do, so do it," Fintan said, "Avenge your sister."