‘No, Oliver, I won’t fucking stop!’ Reyna snapped, coming alive, dark hairs sticking to the sweat on her forehead. ‘If this is about what we did, we have to say! We’re the oldest here, we’re supposed to be looking after them. They’re just kids. He said he’d let them go if we give it up. We have to!’ And maybe Reyna was the most natural leader here after all, standing up to Oliver, unblinking. What could they possibly have done?
