Another day, another icy tree bark.
Lev and I have scoured the frozen forest day after day after day but found no other contenders. Despite our search and coming up empty each time, three black flags still blew with ours. It taunted us with victory so close. The wait was driving me crazy.
I was not made to walk aimlessly and wait.
Apparently, so is Lev Morozov.
“Who could it be?” Lev impatiently asks after the fifth day— was it the fifth day? I didn’t know anymore. “We got Big, So-so Big and Teapot. Who else is out here? Could the flags be wrong?”
“No.” I leaned against a wall, head back and eyes closed. Since Teapot’s submission, we have been camping out in a cave. Hunting by day and resting here by night. “Whoever those three are, they’re out here somewhere.”
Lev is bent over t
