What none of them knew was which side she was going to come down on. She could go either way, still, and Tawny absolutely did not want to be the one to accidentally tip the scales in DARK’s favor.
What would Krista say, or do, if she knew how deep this all ran? If she knew the true origins of the ones DARK had originally used as Givers? Could she look within herself and see anything good in there, anything human at all?
“Sort of. Looks like our fearless leaders are coming back down the hill.”
“I don’t like Connor, you know, like that. God that sounded really moronic, and like I’m twelve. You know what I mean though, right?”
“Yes, I know.”
“I mean if you like Connor...it’s not my business but if you do or whatever I just wanted to let you know I am not trying to run up on him or anything like that.”
“Okay.” What could she say? It did not matter because in the end she could never have Connor anyway? That God or Fate or whatever anyone wanted to call it had already decided long ago who belonged to who, and for how long?
It wasn’t fair, though! Tawny squashed that thought and said, “I hope they have a plan that includes sleeping somewhere that features a shower and sushi.”
“I could so use a shower. And sushi.” Krista agreed.
“Chocolate cake.”
“An ice cold soda.”
“Lo mein, hot and spicy.”
Their conversation was broken by Blake saying, “Come on, we have to get going. We need to get back to the city and hook up with Steven and then find some supplies— there was nothing here after all.”
Krista knew that was not true. There was a lot of things there at that lab. The memory of the Remnants came back, and the sense that she could have—should have—done something else with them.
But what?
They set off down the road, four teenagers with weary bodies and thoughts they were afraid to share. In the sky a single star blazed down brightly, casting its light on their footprints in the snow in a solid sliver glow, a beacon to the ones hunting them. The ones who were not very far behind. ###
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