“If he had killed the man attacking us first, it would have been wiser,” she insisted stubbornly. I undid my bundle and shook out my blanket. I lay down on it. I was hungry, but there was nothing to be done about that. I could do something about how tired I was. “Are you going to sleep?” Piper asked. Her face reflected as much alarm as she could muster in her drugged state. “Yes.” “What if more Forged ones come?” she demanded. “Then Honey can kill them in whatever order she deems wise,” I suggested sourly.
