Flynn didn’t look away. “Then we’ll fight him, too.” Hannah looked around at the small group, fierce pride beating in her chest. They were afraid, yes, but not panicked. Courage in their faces. Grit and strength. Resolve in their eyes. These weren’t the soft, terrified people of four months ago. They had suffered hunger and the bitter, killing cold. They had endured the tyranny of Rosamond and the cruelty of the militia. They were not trained or hardened soldiers, but they were survivors. They had suffered and lost, but they were still here.
