“It’s not your fault you’re a product of Frederick, but it is your fault you’re up there instead of down here,” he said, glancing nervously over his shoulder. “Come on, let’s get you to the doctor before they come back with friends.”
“I don’t need a doctor,” I muttered. “I need something to do.”
“You mean getting yourself beaten to a pulp isn’t enough?” said Rivers.
“I’ve been doing that for weeks. I want to help.”
“You just did this morning.” Instead of leading me back up the hill, he guided me into the maze of narrow alleyways behind the buildings, away from the main streets.
“That wasn’t helping. That was just—talking.”
“It did more to help than anything the Blackcoats have done since the battle,” said Rivers, and I huffed.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
Had it been almost
