I should probably be afraid. But instead a hysterical laugh bubbles inside me, because I just remembered something: Maybe I can’t hold a gun. But I have a knife in my back pocket.

Since he saved me from the attack, I have associated his smell with safety, so as long as I focus on it, I feel safe now.

Don't you dare try to apologize." His voice shakes. "This is not something you can bandage with a word or two and some hugging, or something.

And is it selfish of me to crave victory, or is it brave?

Fighting for survival in a shattered world... the truth is her only hope.

Today you will choose your factions. Until this point you have followed your parents’ paths, your parents’ rules. Today you will find your own path, make your own rules.

I do know who you are. I just needed to be reminded.