“She could always choose another quadrant,” I say softly, hoping it will soothe him. He blinks at me. “We’re all riders.” “What?” “We’re all riders. It was part of the deal. We’re allowed to live, allowed a chance to prove our loyalty, but only if we make it through the Riders Quadrant.” He stares at me in bewilderment. “You don’t know?” “I mean…” I shake my head.
