Chapter 11

• Patrick had been right, Steven thought. Not one male liked the plan, but when Kasey and Rachel slapped invisible hands over objecting mouths, they had to back down and allow them to decide for themselves.
• “What the fuck kind of plan is this shit?” Dade whispered as he leaned against a tree in the shadows.
• Steven glanced up from where he was squatted down waiting. “A bad one.” He replied quietly, hardly more than a whisper, then turned back to watch Cora and Rachel stroll slowly across the site. Alone.