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and so about "familiar" but Willow’s shouts

"Let Me Go!" Willow insisted again There were boots grinding in the sand and bodies bu I couldn’t pinpoint where any of it was co froht on top of nantly to be released

I told et pissed" as Simon called it Except I wasn’t so sure what I would do, exactly Move soainst whatan army of weapons?

Besides, those weapons they had weren’t just aie to knock one of these guys out with a rock, or so in the middle of the desert, then what? Wouldn’t that juster just to prove I had soe ability of , there was the sickening flat and hollow sound of ainst meat--and I knew someone had struck Willow Then she was silent too

I tried to roll away frouys weren’taround And before I realized what happened, I felt a sharp slaainst the side of my head Stars swirled behind my eyelids and it took several attempts before my vision cleared But unlike Willow, I only had to be warned once to stop

When I was yanked to lancenot to draw any more attention than necessary

Siht side of his face But he didn’t mean his face, he meant mine

My face

The guy who’d had his knee digging into ertips across my temple, to the place where he’d sers away and glanced down at thelanced uneasily at the swar us at gunpoint "You’re not," I started to ask the guy almost absently, and then my eyes shot back to Simon as I mouthed, "They’re all?"

There were so e I’d conjured in my head ever since Jett had used the word "activists" I expected throwbacks to the Flower Power coun-wielding coers they’d turned out to be

But now that I was looking--really looking--they appeared too ht have just poisoned them, the same way I had Tyler,around at our abductors "Returned," he mouthed back

I exhaled audibly They’d be okay And then I realized that the kid next to me, on closer inspection, really was just a kida boy He wore a sleeveless shirt and flexed biceps that were a little too defined for how short he was, almost like he had a kid-sized head on a man’s body