CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENTHE NEXT MORNING I am silly and light. Every time I push the smile from my face, it fights its way back. Eventually I stop suppressing it. I let my hair hang loose and abandon my uniform of loose shirts in favor of one that cuts across my shoulders, revealing my tattoos. “What is it with you today?” says Christina on the way to breakfast. Her eyes are still swollen from sleep and her tangled hair forms a fuzzy halo around her face. “Oh, you know,” I say. “Sun shining. Birds chirping.” She raises an eyebrow at me, as if reminding me that we are in an underground tunnel. “Let the girl be in a good mood,” Will says. “You may never see it again.” I smack his arm and hurry toward the dining hall. My heart pounds because I know that at some point in the next half hour, I
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