wrong choice. If we did, I don’t know that we’ll make it out alive. Actually, even if we chose right, there’s no guarantee of that, either.
Michaela
T his is right . That’s the thought running through my mind as we follow these four people inside. That feeling alone is making me want to stop fighting this sense that there’s more to me than what I’ve been discovering these last two days.
Who am I really? I think this group may have the answers to that question, and even if they don’t, we need to get Abigail back. She’d do the same for us; at least I think she would.
Once we’re inside, we see her sitting inside a cell, glaring at the other person in the room with her. He’s introduced to us as Clayton, the three girls are Lauren, Jennifer, and Alejandra, and the ringleader is Levi. I look around at them, and I have to ask.
“Were all the sets made up of three girls and two boys?”
“No,” Levi tells me. “There were two sets with three boys.”
“Shanghai and Moscow?” Sabrina guesses.
He turns to smile at her. “Yes.”
The way they’re looking at each other makes me want to ask if they need to get a room. I’m not going to deny he’s hot, especially with that accent, and Sabrina has the most gorgeous green eyes I’ve ever seen. I know I’m pretty, but my almost black eyes aren’t as startling, and even Abigail’s raw sensuality can’t compare to Sabrina and her natural beauty.
Speaking of Abigail, she chooses this moment to finally speak up. “Are you going to let me out now?”
“No. I don’t think I’m ready to do that just yet.”
“How come they get to stay out there?”
“Because I say so.”
“You’ll pay for this.”
“And that’s why you’re in there.
I look a little more closely at Abigail, because I’m wondering why she’d provoke Levi. I can’t sense things like Sabrina, but I still notice the change. She’s somehow colder . She’s been mean and angry the last couple of days, but this, this seems different.
Cold-blooded killer is what comes to mind, and I know I’m right the moment I think it. I know she’d kill one of us and not bat an eye. If nothing scared me before, this realization chills me to the bones. She was a nice girl just a couple of days ago, and now she’s completely different. We’re all different, but not like this. This is hate, and I have to hold back a shudder as the word courses through me.
“My group won’t listen to you while I’m locked up!” she insists.
“You’re wrong.”
“Why would they choose you over me? I’m their sister.”
“Yes. We all saw that sisterly love while you made your boat captain ignore them while they were in distress.”
“You did that? You left us to fend for ourselves?” Sabrina asks, a look of horror on her face.
“You’re fine.”
“What if we weren’t?” I ask.
“Casualties are always a reality when you’re at war.”
“That wasn’t war,” Coalton reminds her.
“Whatever. Listen to Levi, and you’ll all suffer for it.”
“Right now, I’m thinking aligning with him is way better than sticking with you. Sister or not, you left two of us for dead,” Hinton tells her.
“Just remember; you were warned!”
“Noted,” I say. “Now tell us what you know, Levi.”
“With pleasure.”
Sabrina
T he mood in the room is tense, but also hopeful. My mood is one of wonder. I’m intrigued by Levi. Not because he’s dangerously good looking, but because there’s something about him. I can’t put my finger on it, but I trust him. I don’t know why, but I just do. I can tell Hinton does, too. Michaela wants to believe, and Coalton is waiting to see what happens, but he’s leaning that way.
Abigail, well, she’s a totally different story. I feel hate, genuine and pure, rolling off of her. Not just for Levi, but all of us as well. It’s like a switch has been flipped inside of her, and all of her humanity has been stripped away. It makes me glad she’s in