Chapter 9

• The place was quiet, eerily so. The kind of quiet you only got after a night of activity and a rush of adrenaline felt by all.
• I debated using the window, but there were too many extra warriors around. Besides, I was more shielded under the mask I created—a terrified shell of a girl looking for water and comfort after a trying night of mysterious death.
• No one was outside the door and no sound at all in the hallway. I didn’t bring a light source; instead ran a hand along the familiar corridors.