Chapter 55

"The food with the body parts in it? I'd rather starve."

Tomorrow shook my hand half-heartedly, fuming from our short reunion, me leaving on bad terms. Blayse, always honorable and stubborn, simply nodded his head like a parent watching their child depart for spring break. None of them gestured Sage, instead concentrating on a knocked-out Darius, sprawled out in the makeshift cage, pulled by me, straining with the twine rope.

"Can you handle that?" Tomorrow asked in a concerned manner.

"When it gets too heavy to pull, I'll just trade the load to my partner," I said, conceitedly looking at Sage. "We're Vipers after all, what would Harlin do?"

"Yes...what would Harlin do?" Sage replied, stone-faced.