deserted compound, for it was the closest location to her destroyed village. It was here she expected to find people she knew—those who had survived. If she could free any of them, help any of them, she needed to try. And perhaps Gregor would be there. But the painful hope squeezed her chest too tightly, so she put the thought out of her mind.
“Don’t go, Lysandra,” Jonas said. “We need you back at camp.”
This made her stop walking and look at him suspiciously, pushing aside the branch of a tree to see him properly through the gathering darkness. “You need me, Jonas?”
“You’ve proven your worth as a rebel—and your skill with a bow and arrow. We can’t lose you.”
His words surprised her, since she had the impression he couldn’t care less about her. “I will return.” She hadn’t been certain
