*
There was a slight edge to the camp that day. Everyone moved almost on tiptoes, as if they expected some hideous monster to jump out at any moment and s***h their throats.
Even Damian looked tense when I returned to the campsite. He had gathered the rest of the Bloodhounds to him, and they were whispering in hushed tones with their heads bowed. Whatever they were discussing, I knew they would be up to no good. But since I had no way of proving that, I had to let it go.
“Need some company?” Nelson asked, coming over to stand with me. “You’ve been isolated from the rest of us for too long.”
“Thanks, but I really don’t mind being by myself,” I said. “It’s refreshing, actually?”
“But you’re always by yourself,” he said. “How could that possibly be refreshing in any way?”
“You wouldn’
