"So we're the next pawns set to die…" Marcus groaned, running a hand through his hair as he paced around the fire, boots crunching against the dry leaves. His voice was thick with frustration, a raw edge that none of them had the strength to blunt.
Sophia crossed her arms tightly over her chest, her foot tapping anxiously against the dirt, while Eleanor muttered under her breath, clearly just as furious. Even her calm, soldier-like demeanor was cracking. The betrayal ran too deep.
Only Jason sat still, surprisingly composed, his sharp eyes glinting faintly in the firelight. He leaned back against a tree trunk, staring into the flames like he was solving some impossible puzzle in his mind.
Borik sat there, frowning heavily, shifting uncomfortably on the ground. He looked like he was trying to piece the whole thing together himself, but the more he thought, the deeper his frown etched into his face.
