My entire body trembled now, and I hated it. Hated how my fear, my anguish, displayed itself to all those I’d pretended to be strong for. I glimpsed Amity’s face, white as a specter. She’d joined the crowd of children that had surrounded us, the silent figures I hadn’t noticed swarming us as Marcus had admitted his true intentions. She was close enough to see everything. I bent my head slightly, gesturing to the tip of my arrow. She followed my gesture with her eyes. I snapped my forefinger and thumb together under the cold stone arrowhead. Close your eyes. Her eyes went wide for a moment, and
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