Tash gave me a sympathetic look as he walked past. “Close one,” he said.
I didn’t answer, just brushed myself off and followed. There were a few other groups of candidates and some loners, but they all gave us as wide a berth as we gave them. We only had one target.
Binnett.
He was sitting on a hay bale in the middle of a small enclosure, twirling a piece of long grass between his fingers. His white uniform was still pristine, no paint at all. He perked up when he saw us.
“Hullo! I didn’t know if you were still here—” His words trailed off when he saw Bruni raise her bow.
He was faster. Darting behind the hay bale, he sent an arrow of his own sailing towards us. His angle was wrong, and it whistled past our heads. Bruni retaliated with another of hers, but his hiding place behind the
