CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“I don’t know if this is going to work!” I hissed as I shifted in the uncomfortable armor. My whole body clanked and clanged with such a tiny effort.
“It won’t if you keep opening your mouth!” Sylvia snapped as she, too, adjusted in her armor. “They’ll know you’re an outsider immediately just by the way you talk!”
I frowned at her. “The same to you.”
“I will do all the talking,” Will interrupted us as he, too, moved the pieces of his armor to fit his person.
I looked down at myself and sighed. Though I wore the smallest set of armor we could find, it was still much too big for me. The bottom ‘hem’ of the pants legs reached the floor several inches before my feet. Only the tall leggings kept me from waddling on the shin plates. Those, too, were ill-fitting a
