I spin around, unwilling to be left in the dark. "Is that your Lynn?" I hiss, not facing them, my eyes on the passageway ahead. No one replies. "Well? Is it?"
"We don't know." The woman says from somewhere ahead of me. "I can't see her any better than you."
I glare at her back, bristling slightly. "Well then."
We all fall silent on some instinct, waiting. Except for Renee, who slowly backs away with fearful eyes. No one pays her much mind. She's nothing but a spy, and she's not here of her own free will.
Not that I am.
Renee is shaking slightly, and her faded-blue dress makes small swished sounds as she retreats farther into the shadows. Her face is deathly pale.
"Quiet." The rebel boy from before reprimands her in a whisper. He's awake now, surprisingly enough, though dried blood is caked in his hair. He doesn't seem to mind; it's far less important to him than his wonderful Midnight Star.
Not so wonderful now, is it?
The footsteps grow louder, and soon a short woman with light brown hair done up in a messy sort of bun and a blue uniform like Renee's emerges from the tunnel. She doesn't come closer, as she would for friends- her eyes are wide and terrified.
"Lynn?" The woman- Mya, maybe- questions. "Are you-"
"Go." Lynn's voice is hushed, but that doesn't conceal the shaking. "Now."
"We were just going to leave as soon as you came-" Mya- or maybe it was Myra- starts, but Lynn shakes her head wildly.
"Please!" She breathes. "They're coming. They're coming, they found me, I'm sorry, please!"
I freeze. "When?"
The rebel boy backs up towards Renee, but there is nowhere we can go except toward Lynn or back to me and Kassidy's cell.
"Now." Lynn leans against the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks, leaving wet splotches on the dress. "Imsorryimsorryimsorrytheymademe!"
"You promised. In your vow. You promised you wouldn't give them anything." Myra's voice is harsh, and each word is like a slap for Lynn.
"I'm sorry!" She pleads.
"How long? How long have you planned on saving yourself should this happen?"
"Never!"
"I don't believe you." Myra begins to run, right past Lynn. The boy follows, dragging Renee along like a limp ragdoll. Then Kassidy, her eyes blazing, a whirling angry fire as she charges right at Lynn, knocking her to the side. I go after her.
And then there are voices.
We are too late. Lynn's warning was too late.
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