I slipped out and headed up the path, toward the minefield. “Yo!” Rodger called from behind me. I kept walking and he jogged to catch up, falling into a long-legged stride beside me. His torch bobbed with every step. Why did I keep forgetting to bring a torch? “You didn’t say good-bye,” Rodger huffed next to me. I was done being polite. “I’m not your girlfriend.” “No, but you’re Galen’s—” “Rodger!” “Never mind,” he said, as if I were the one being unreasonable. “I know when to shut up.” No he didn’t. I could see my nosy friend out of the corner of my eye. Watching me. He sighed. “Why do you always have to make things so hard?” Me? “That’s rich.” Things would be perfectly easy if people would just leave me alone. “I’m not the one waltzing into camp with a dangerous fugitive. I’m not the one who thought it was a good idea to come clean to everyone from deputy supply to mess hall table washer.” Yes, I’d agreed to it. But now, I felt so exposed.
