DAMIEN
“I... I can’t,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “They’ll kill me.”
What is he talking about? This boy is involved in something bigger than us.
“They won’t touch you if you talk to us,” Nicho said. “We can protect you.”
The boy shook his head furiously, his eyes filling with tears. “You don’t know them! You don’t know what they’ll do to me! If I say anything—”
“You’re already in trouble,” I cut in. “They sent you out here knowing you could end up like this. The least you can do is protect yourself by telling us what you know.”
The boy’s lip quivered, and his eyes fell to the ground. For a long moment, he didn’t speak.
Then, finally, he let out a shaky breath. I expected him to talk, but he didn’t.
My patience was slipping, and it seemed Nicho noticed it, too, as he moved c
