Stage Frights
nd now I shall surrender, for you are clearly better than I. So what can I do, but lay down and die . . .”
“You really sold it that time,” I said sarcastically as Blue threw down the sorry excuse for a script she was being forced to memorize.
Out of nowhere a rock suddenly hurtled by our heads—barely missing Blue and bouncing off the metal pipes behind us.
“Ten minutes, kid,” the Therewolf who’d thrown the stone barked as he passed by.
Blue began to hyperventilate. I grabbed a paper bag and handed it to her.
“Calm, calm,” I repeated. “Everything is going to be okay.”
I was anxious, as every human within the tunnel system probably was. But Blue’s worries were on an entirely different level. The circles under her eyes were immense from lack of sleep. Her nails were bitte
