Twenty-Six
Hannah entered the dining hall and turned around when someone grabbed her by the arm. She rolled her eyes when she realised she’d been accosted by the same half-breed who’d given her a hard time the night before. His green eyes twinkled at her, a wide grin curving his lips.
‘What do you want?’
‘Is that any way to greet a friend?’
‘You and I are not friends.’
‘Come on, give a guy a break. You’re Hannah, right? Let’s start over. I’m Hanson.’
Hannah crossed her arms in front of her, ignoring his outstretched hand.
‘Don’t be like that. Us half-breeds got to stick together.’
‘That’s not the tune you were singing last night, when you accused me of being a lackey for the wardens.’ Hannah wasn’t going to be swayed by his sudden declaration of solidarity or how cute he looked whe
