”Īn older boy appeared from one of the tunnels beyond the fire. “They’re not staying in anyone’s room,” a gruff voice interrupted. As soon as she was better we’d be gone, away from this dank dugout with these boys who looked at me as though I were something to be devoured.Ī hefty one with blond, matted hair threw some more wood on the fire. But I felt Arden limp at my side, and reminded myself why we were here. I wanted to run through the corridor, back the way we’d come, not stopping until the open air embraced me. The boar stared at me, its pupils covered in a gray film. The boy didn’t stop until the head split off and rolled across the floor. It was savage, the way his knife landed again and again at the place where its head met its body. His eyes wandered over Arden’s body, and then, when he’d had his fill, he started on the boar, hacking at its neck. He ran two knife blades against each other, letting out a sharp, scraping sound that made the hair on my arms bristle.
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