‘Sol!’ said Ana. ‘That’s so … rude.’
Sol flinched, drawing blood. I squeaked in pain.
‘Sol!’ Ana stamped her foot, sending up a puff of dust. ‘Stop that at once.’
‘I haven’t killed her,’ Sol said defensively. ‘I wasn’t even going to.’
‘You mean you’re not going to,’ said Ana.
not‘That’s what I said! Don’t take that tone with me.’
‘Stop sticking that sword at her, then.’
‘In a minute!’
I glanced aside to see whether Ransom would rescue me. He crouched on the ground and wrote in the dust, apparently bored.
What was he doing? Did he care about me at all?
Ana looked ready to tackle Sol single-handedly. I hoped she didn’t. It’d be a real shame if both of us died.
It’d be a real shame if both of us died.The blood on my neck itched as it dripped down. I wished Sol would stop chatting a
