Lyra’s POV
“I don’t want to die!” I heard someone crying behind me.
“Please… let us just be servants,” Another cried.
I was too numb to turn around, but I was certain those were the voices of the other tributes. I didn’t realize it, but after I had run out of the dormitory, they all followed me. Even Elin stood there, though she wore a neutral expression… almost a smug look in her eyes.
Amelia was her follower… I thought that meant that they were friends… but I guess I was wrong. Elin only cared about herself; everybody else here was only an obstacle she needed to crush in order to get ahead.
I could hear the sounds of tributes sobbing behind me, begging to be spared… to work as a slave instead of going into that room and facing whatever challenge lay ahead.
I felt a hand on my
