Ransom
Trevor practically seemed to forget me, once Joshua and the Questers were out of sight. He seemed to forget just about everything, standing like a statue on the roof of my cage, only responding when spoken to.
“She’s a pretty one,” one of the men in the building said, holding his g*n on me in a way that suggested it was something other than a g*n.
I brought my fingers to my necklace, considering unclasping it, remembering what Joshua had said about looking like this being a risky idea. I’d be safer without it.
What stopped me, even while the comment started to spread among the watchers in the windows, was the fear that if I revealed the necklace’s power, they might take it away from me for good.
“Enough of that,” Trevor stopped the murmurs, sounding terribly bored by the task.
