“Yes, I was hungry.”
“I know. I don’t blame you. But when the Regulator inked you, an implant was inserted below the skin. That’s how the elite controls you along with everyone else.”
She eyed my wrist. “How come you didn’t get one?”
“I reckon I got lucky,” I shrugged. “I need you to trust me and cooperate with me. I want to get you out of here.”
Gina scoffed. “You help me… my ass! You hate me.”
I raked in an exasperating breath. “Our squabble is water under the bridge.” I looked down at the floor. I didn’t want to rehash that day that Gina called my father roadkill. The bunt of her cruel words still stung, but I’d to push past it. I lifted my gaze back at her. “Will you let me help you?”
“How are you going to help me?” Her tone was full of mistrust.
“First of all, I just dug that i
