Skylar's tent, which had seemed very large when I had first entered it, now looked as though it were too small to contain everyone. Euphie, Elsa, and Yvonne had barged in, pushing rudely past Francis. He was standing off to one side, glaring at the three girls, who were hugging me tightly. Next to him was his right-hand man, Anderson, who was flanked by Nicholas, Dave, and Felicia, the surviving members of Nicholas's faction. Peeking through the tent flap was Rosie, who looked too timid to enter.
"Are you okay?" Yvonne asked, running her arms over my biceps as though trying to comfort herself. Elsa had an arm around my waist and around Euphie's, while Euphie lingered close by, leaning into Elsa. Things were shifting and changing between all of us, and a brief wish flickered across my mind
