I realize that these other kids are prisoners, just like us. I can’t understand why they’d welcome us like this.
“They do this with all the newbies,” comes a voice.
I turn to see the boy standing there, holding the knife.
“They’re just trying to raid you. To take what they can. And to test you. After all, you’re their competition. They want to show you who’s boss.”
“Competition?” Bree asks, stepping forward.
I can see by the way she’s staring at this boy that she likes him. And I can see by the way he stares back that he likes her, too. He lowers his knife.
I hurry over to him. “Can I borrow that?” I ask.
He looks at me warily, reluctant to let his weapon go.
I gesture to Ben and Logan, still tied up on the ground. The boy turns, not wanting to give up his knife, and instead hurrie
