‘No.’ Arthur shook his head, teeth bared in horror. ‘We’re not doing that. We’re not voting on whether Red gets to live or die. Are you sick?’ ‘It’s the fairest way,’ Oliver brushed him off. ‘That’s how democracy works, how law and justice work. We each get a vote and the majority wins. That’s fair.’ Was that fair? Maybe Red’s understanding of it was skewed, because it didn’t seem fair at all, her life in the hands of five other people. But when had life ever been fair to her, why should death be any different?
