Dawn
I"m just following orders.
Those words roll through my head on repeat as I open my eyes. Whose orders was he following?
My mother?
Could she have ordered her own daughter"s death? Or was it Jonathan?
I"m not some brain-dead rebel. I"m not loyal to the cause. I will not follow orders blindly. That doesn"t sit well with rebel command.
Everyone has been wondering how I got assigned to a patrol right out of the trials. That"s it. I was put here to die.
The boat rocks back and forth. I feel sick and the pain in my shoulder is almost too much to bear.
“How"re you feeling?” Lucas asks as he comes in and sets a bowl of food beside my bed. Just the smell of it is too much. There is no way I could eat anything right now anyway.
“Like I was shot,” I answer finally. He laughs at that bef
