Chapter Fifty-Seven
Landon When I arrive at the Mess Hall, I don't bother eating breakfast. I have more important things to do than be hungry, so instead of grabbing a plate of food, I head straight for Xavier and Beckham (they're sitting right next to each other; it's like a two-for-one deal), and grab them by the shoulders, guiding them over to a part of the Mess Hall where nobody will eavesdrop on our conversation. Neither protests this abrupt a*******n. I guess they've gotten so used to being randomly pulled aside for secretive discussions that they aren't even surprised by it anymore. "I'm sensing you're about to explain to us a plan that will either get us kicked out of camp or left for dead in the Alaskan wilderness," Beckham says, her tone nonchalant. She chews thoughtfully on a stale-looking bage
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