“We need to tell the others,” said Richard roughly, once he finally came up for air. It was nearly dawn by now, and through the window I could see a pink stain on the edge of the horizon. “We need to prepare them for—”
He stopped, but he didn’t need to finish. They needed to prepare to either spend the rest of their lives on the run as traitors, or they needed to prepare to be executed. We needed to prepare.
Dr. Hatchet. Knox. Me. We weren’t just enemies of the state anymore—we were enemies of the entire country. And no speech could change that now.
I stood. “I need to find Dr. Hatchet.” We needed to figure out what we were going to do, and fast. Dr. Hatchet would be able to hide in plain sight, but everyone in the country knew my face. I would have to spend the rest of my life undergro
