CHAPTER EIGHT
A crooked smile slipped onto Tegan’s lips as he shook his head. “If you had offered us one we might have taken it. As for your assumption, I didn’t hear anything but I could smell your odor from here.”
The corners of her lips twitched downward. “Yes, well, it seems nothing can be done to remedy that little mistake until the games are finished.”
I snorted. “I think we’re planning on making sure it’s a little bit longer than that.”
She sauntered around us like a cat toying with its prey. “Do you truly believe you can escape us for long?”
“We’re willing to try,” Tegan quipped.
“And we’ve been pretty lucky so far,” I added.
She smiled. “Luck is all you have because the time will soon come when you will have to make a choice.” She stopped in front of the house and he
