HOPE
"It's just me." Alex's voice is low as he steps into the light and gently turns me to face him.
"You scared me, Alex!" I murmur with a frown, and he snorts softly, but his eyes never stop scanning me.
"How's your hand?"
"It hurts," I admit, "but I'll live. By the way, how the hell did you know I hurt my hand, and what are you doing here?"
He's really weird. Staring at me for hours the previous night, and now he's here, saving me from being sighted by the camp guards.
"No one messed with you last night? Like, tried to screw you?" he asks.
I cross my arms to keep from reaching out to him. "Would it be such a tragedy if they had?"
His exhale is sharp as his brows arch. "You know that's not what I meant, Hope. Besides, what are you doing with Dylan's dead body? Did you kill her?"
"I'm not a murderer, Alex."
He nods sarcastically. "I believe you're not."
The guards finally end their patrol and, thankfully, don't think about checking out the cave.
"Did you eat yet?"
