“It doesn’t matter. What matters is making it to the end of the tour…with you.” I swear her red hair looked like a river of flame, matching the fire in her eyes as she stood up straight. I’d insulted her. “I’m not going to run.” “I’m sure you believe that, but you don’t know them. Or me.” “And none of you know me. If you don’t believe me, consider this. Would anyone else have made it this far?”
