Great speech, Finn said, bounding up the steps, a glass in each hand. He handed Poe a drink, something dark and unpleasantly thick. You’re getting pretty good at those. Thanks. Poe took a tentative sip. Awful. He set the mug down. So when do we leave? Finn asked, eyes big over the edge of his glass as he drank. Poe cocked an eyebrow. You coming with? I don’t think you can stop me.
Resistance Reborn: by Rebecca Roanhorse