"Vorrutyer is a fucking liability," Piotr snarls, "not an asset. Do you think he can be trusted with clear judgment in this situation? She compromises his cover just by being there."

He pounds his fist on the table again with another sound of frustration and anger, his knuckles white. He shuts his eyes, teeth clenched.

"Sonia's a strong girl, but she's never been alone before. I'm afraid for her. The Cetagandans are master manipulators and propagandists. You know that."