“Damn you, Jonas. I shouldn’t have bothered saving your arse just now. You don’t deserve it.” “You’re right, I don’t.” He swallowed hard, his jaw tight. “But now I need to get back to camp.” There was nothing more to say. Twenty rebel boys had offered to go with Jonas to the temple in hopes of a glorious victory against King Gaius. Thirty had remained behind at camp, continuing to practice and plan. Only Jonas had returned.
