“The big sissy… he shouldn’t have flinched,” I stewed, crossing my arms and curling up in the corner of the boxcar we hopped.
Ezra sighed, but smiled. “I have to admit Lily, you had a pretty good aim for not having shot in a while.”
“It would’ve been better if somebody didn’t jerk at the last second.”
“Hey, I don’t blame him. I don’t think he’s ever been shot before, by a girl no less!” He gave me a playful shove.
I smirked. But my dim happiness was rather short lived as my brain gave way to a new thought: Now what?
What would happen to us? Patrick was taken from us, the rest of the Resistance, save us, was long gone. We’d be pretty easy to spot, Ezra especially.
“What are we gonna do?” I cried, burying my head in my arms.
Ezra placed his hand on my shoulder. “We’ll think of something.”
“But what if it gets us caught? What if…?”
He quietly shushed me. “That’s just a chance we’ll have to take. We can’t speculate and doubt; that’s just a luxury we can’t afford anymore.”