"Die?" I whispered. "But she won, there's no way they would kill her."
Thania remained silent, her hand tense against mine and from the heat and increase in her, I knew she was scared.
The moment Graclyn's name was announced as the winner, I thought it was over. I sighed in relief, Thania was over exaggerating.
The nightmare was over, and we'd all could go back to whatever we passed as normal routine in this hellhole.
But I was wrong.
So, so wrong.
Mother Olga shouted Graclyn's name. Her voice was calm and mysterious
It made me shudder.
She clapped slowly, her voice sharp as a blade. "A winner indeed," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "And yet…"
She trailed off, letting the silence stretch and increasing the unease in the air.
The excitement that had bubbled in the crowd curdled into something else. Something ugly.
